In the study room of Dongrong Palace, a row of five black-clothed secret guards knelt on the ground, the prince handed over a map, and the commander of the dark guards raised his hands and took it.

"This is the map of the imperial tomb, you must place a pair of red sandalwood coffins at the prince's throne, and the coffin will be sent to the imperial tomb tomorrow. ”

"Yes!" the crowd saluted and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

At this time, under the light of the carved lantern, only the shadow of the prince was left, and the prince sat by the bookcase, not knowing what to think, and his expression was very lonely.

Annoyed, the prince got up, walked to the open space of the study with his hands behind his back, and without pacing a few steps, he looked at a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall in a daze.

The painting is a failure, it is obviously a green spring, but the branches are gray and no green leaves, and the goshawk flying in the blue sky has only wings and no tail.

A light smile appeared on the corner of the prince's mouth, at that time there was only Ah Xiao in his mind, how could he remember what he was drawing.

Maybe it's the fate of the previous life, no one has ever been unconsciously paying attention to his every move from the first time he saw him, and then, he found that Ah Xiao's gaze stayed on him all the time,

Why is his heart so glad?

He has always listened to his inner voice, and when he saw that this little eunuch was pleasing to the eye, he asked him to accompany him at all times. However, things are not good, why is he smiling, his heart is also sweet, he is lonely, he can't wait to hug him tightly and relieve the unspeakable sourness in his heart.

It turned out that he liked him.

The prince smiled sweetly,

"Bell-" The Western bell in the hall rang.

The smile on the corner of the prince's mouth paused, the time had come, and in three days, Ah Xiao would leave.

The dormitory of Dongrong Palace

Zheng Xiao lay on the bookcase on the warm bed, carefully aiming at the big characters, the calligraphy was provided by the prince, and the prince stipulated that five sheets must be written every day, and if you don't write well, you will be spanked.

After the last stroke, put down the brush, pick up the rice paper on the table, carefully dry the handwriting, and place it on the four pieces of written rice paper.

Zheng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, stretched his waist, put down the long sleeves that he had rolled up, and walked behind the screen, intending to take a bath.

I was changing my clothes when I suddenly saw a figure flashing on the screen.

"Who?!" Zheng Xiao hurriedly put on the clothes he had just taken off, there were only two people in Dongrong Palace on weekdays, he and the prince, and it was impossible for the palace people who were cleaning to go so fast.

Just as he was about to shout loudly, his mouth was firmly covered by a wide hand.

Zheng Xiao, who was kidnapped for the first time in his life, was so frightened that his head was blindfolded, his eyes were so wide open, and he was about to struggle, but the thief was a little behind him.

The throat is like stuffed cotton, and the body is like wax, and I can't speak or move.

It's amazing!

It turns out that martial arts novels are not all lies.

The thief chuckled and walked out from behind Zheng Xiao,

"Wu Gui?!"

Zheng Xiao was frightened, and frantically called out to the prince in his heart to attack, the thieves have all arrived in the dormitory of Dongrong Palace, your family is about to be bullied, come on!

Wu Gui walked around Zheng Xiao, Zheng Xiao's eyes followed him from left to right, and his neck was chilled.

Wu Gui carefully looked at the kid in front of him, he was delicate at best, his skin was too white, his character was too short, and he didn't know where the little prince liked him.

Yo, a little eunuch, dare to stare at him.

Wu Gui sneered, walked to the warm couch and sat down, and looked at the words on the rice paper, Wu Gui wrote at the age of five, and saw Zheng Xiao's true level at a glance.

Wu Gui sighed in his heart, this kid has no talent and no appearance, and his Arobi is really the same heaven and earth.

Zheng Xiao saw the contempt in his eyes, and he was groaned in his heart, you are a thief who still dislikes me, and you don't look at what you look like, like a blind bear who has withdrawn his hair.

Wu Gui pulled out the scimitar on his waist, the thin blade flashed with silver light, and he stroked twice at Zheng Xiao.

Zheng Xiao's flesh hurts.

Wu Gui sneered: "The little prince has an agreement with me, I'll see if he is playing tricks, you should be glad that the little prince is a person who abides by the agreement, otherwise,"

He looked at Zheng Xiao with gloomy eyes: "Your head has already fallen to the ground." ”