After finishing the meal, Xiao Diyuan went into the room to bathe.

Ding Cong wanted to serve, but he refused.

In fact, when Xiao Diyuan was in the palace, he rarely asked people to serve and bathe, especially since he was twelve years old, he didn't like to have other people in this bathroom on occasions where his own secrecy was very important.

His crown brother Xiao Dikai is the opposite, no matter what he does, he likes to hug the front and back, with a noble pomp.

Of course, Xiao Dikai is the crown prince, even if he doesn't want others to serve, I'm afraid that others will rush to serve.

And because he doesn't like a bunch of people around him on weekdays, except for being willing to let Ding Cong get close, he looks like he is lonely, indifferent and lonely.

The water was at just the right temperature, and because of the sandalwood burning in the bathroom, he quickly fell asleep in the tub.

Vaguely, he dreamed that a woman in white was walking towards him, she was graceful, her clothes were fluttering, her body was full of fragrance, and she looked like a fairy descending, but unfortunately he couldn't see her face clearly.

When he suddenly woke up from his dream, he heard Ding Cong knocking anxiously on the door outside, hurriedly pulled a large towel to wrap his body, and strode off the bathtub.

"Master, have you washed it?" Ding Cong asked as he banged on the door, his voice full of anxiety.

"Hmm. Xiao Diyuan opened the door.

Ding Cong saw that he had already put on his own clothes, and hurriedly went in to help him clean up the clothes he had changed, and said, "Master, the time you have made an appointment with that little guy is tomorrow at three o'clock (14:45), and the location is Jingyuan Peace Teahouse. ”

In fact, Xiao Diyuan has always remembered this, but when he listened to Ding Cong's reminder, he was still in an inexplicable mood, and nodded with a smile.

Ding Cong felt that Xiao Diyuan had a special brilliance on his face when he heard the information about the little guy, so he grimaced as if he had a toothache.

This may be the real liking, but it's a pity that the little guy is a man, Ding Cong said in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a trace of sympathy in his heart.

Alas, he felt that his master was an almost perfect person, but if he really only fell in love with Jiang Yuetang in the future, he was afraid that he would attract a lot of criticism. Thinking of Xiao Hong's anger when he learned of this and Xiao Dikai's gloating, Ding Cong's heart unconsciously became heavy.

"Master, master, ......" Ding Cong wanted to speak and stopped.

Xiao Diyuan looked at him and said, "Say." ”

"Please forgive the minion for being troublesome, the minion thinks that you and that little guy will do more good than harm if you go on like this. Ding Cong said, his eyes cautiously looking at him.

Xiao Diyuan looked at him calmly and said, "Reason." ”

Ding Cong replied with some hesitation: "Both of them are men......"

Even if the two of them really have that meaning in their hearts, it is definitely not acceptable to everyone, not to mention that Xiao Diyuan is the prince, no matter how brave he is, he can't go against the rules of the emperor and the heavenly family, right?

Xiao Diyuan's face was still calm, he smiled indifferently and did not answer.

Seeing that Xiao Diyuan didn't look very worried, Ding Cong hurriedly said: "Master, the slave has also heard that someone is good at this, but this kind of thing is too abnormal, no one dares to come openly, you will definitely marry a wife and have children in the future, so you and him ......" Ding Cong glanced at Xiao Diyuan quickly, and cautiously continued: "If you want to become a couple, I'm afraid you can only come secretly." ”

Xiao Diyuan snorted coldly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Ding Cong hurriedly knelt down and said, "The slave deserves to die." ”

But Ding Cong is a master fan, and he regards the master's affairs as much more important than his own, so he still looked at Xiao Diyuan worriedly and said, "Master, this matter is ...... It really can't be done, think about it yourself. ”

"What do you know?" Xiao Diyuan said with a heavy face.

Ding Cong hurriedly asked: "Could it be that the little boy is ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Diyuan shouted in a deep voice: "Shut up." ”

Ding Cong immediately shut up obediently, still a little incomprehensible to Xiao Diyuan's approach.

It is not impossible to have feelings for the same sex, this kind of thing Ding Cong experienced when he was a child, when he liked one of his neighbors, a middle-aged widower who was nearly forty years old, with a son in his early tens, lived a quiet life like water in a quiet mountain village.

The middle-aged widower had a strange temper, and he was not very diligent in his work, and he spent most of the day holding the broken book that he got out of nowhere, and then he simply pulled his hair into the appearance of a Taoist priest, and often sat in the broken house for half a day, like a monk who had settled down.

Ding Cong liked the way he meditated very much, as if he was a psychic god, and there was a strong attraction all over his body, so Ding Cong had to take an excuse to come to his dilapidated house every day, sit quietly opposite him and watch him intently, carefully looking at the calm and serene look on his face, and felt that approaching him was close to happiness.

Sometimes Ding Cong would dream of him in his sleep, dreaming that he looked at him tenderly and didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of love and encouragement. Later, when he sometimes looked at the man, he would blush unconsciously, and his heart felt as if a bright sunlight had been shot into it, which was warm and reassuring.

Such days and feelings lasted for about three years, until one day when he went to the dilapidated house and saw a young and beautiful woman, he suddenly felt as if he had been shocked, as if the tower of happiness that had been carefully built in his heart had been blown down by a gust of wind, leaving behind a ruined scene that almost collapsed.

He staggered around and left the ruined house where his infinite feelings were held.

Soon he learned that the woman was the widower's newly married wife.

He had never set foot in the dilapidated house again, and on several occasions he had encountered the widower in the street, and he had fled in a hurry, never daring to face it again.

A few years later, his parents died of illness one after another, and he entered the palace.

Now seeing that Xiao Diyuan has such sincere feelings for Jiang Yuetang, and he unconsciously recalls the experience he had when he was a child, he really wants Xiao Diyuan to escape from that feeling as soon as possible, so as not to delay for a long time and get hurt deeply.

But maybe he underestimated Xiao Diyuan's feelings for that little guy, no matter what he said, Xiao Diyuan was unmoved.

Because of this, Ding Cong is often worried.

This kind of thing requires both sides to show the courage to stand up to the whole world. This kind of thing, Ding Cong didn't want to happen to his almost perfect master.

Ding Cong sighed and said unrelentingly: "Master, with your conditions, what girl doesn't have it? Why do you have to take this road?"

Xiao Diyuan said with a calm face: "If you say anything more, you will get out of me." ”

Ding Cong was reluctant to leave him, and immediately choked on the rest of his words.

Anyway, everyone is here, what's the use of saying these things?

Ding Cong decided to let him go.

Anyway, he is a very assertive person, once he recognizes something, even if Ding Cong is clever, it will be in vain.

He can do whatever he likes.

As soon as Ding Cong figured it out, his mood immediately improved, and he made tea for Xiao Diyuan with a smile.