The Nine Emperors changed into clean clothes, and called for a small copper basin to be found, and filled it with water and pebbles. The group hurried to the outer courtyard, and saw the young man sitting on the steps with his knees and legs crossed, folding a dog's tail grass and poking the little turtle that had shrunk into his shell, muttering something in his mouth.

The Nine Emperors' anxious mood calmed down instantly, and Shi Shiran walked over with the copper basin and said, "Put it in, otherwise you will die of thirst." ”

When Youshu heard that he would die, he hurriedly threw the turtle in, although he had a straight face, he could see the worry in his slightly flickering eyes.

It's really innocence. The Nine Emperors sighed in their hearts, and the love became stronger. Before this, he had fantasized countless times about what it would be like for the Sect Holy Emperor, that is, his former self, to be obsessed with all his life. Since the age of three, he has been repeatedly tormented by those desperate and painful dreams, and he has gradually developed a rebellious mentality.

He refused to be approached by anyone, and he was not willing to devote himself to anything. In his eyes, everything around him is a dispensable existence, or a pastime when he is bored. Darkly, he knew what he was waiting for, but he resisted it. He thought, is his birth just to fulfill a regret? Why do people who have been dead for more than 600 years leave these painful feelings to themselves, but take away the best memories?

His dreams, and even his entire life, are always struggling with the despair of loss and the hesitation of searching, but he doesn't know why he is desperate and why he is hesitating. Seventeen years, he had had enough, he wanted to live his life.

But suddenly, Youshu appeared, like the stars shining in the dark night sky, like flowers blooming in the barren wilderness, and the endless torture before became the wind and clouds that held up the stars and watered the sweet springs of the flowers. The one qiē has the value of saving zài and the meaning of rebirth.

At just one glance, he fell in love with Youshu, which is an inescapable fate. It turned out that the person loved by the Holy Emperor was like this, pure and simple, eager but also restrained. His eyes will light up when he looks at himself, and his skin will be hot when he holds himself, he is the treasure of the Holy Emperor, and he is destined to be his baby.

The Nine Emperor Princes stroked his heart, and slowly exhaled. Fortunately, he survived those tortures, and he waited for this sweetness.

On the other end, Youshu didn't know that the master had already identified himself, and he was still struggling with how to make up for the other party. He held the copper basin in his arms, accidentally bumped into the bamboo tube on his chest, and then remembered that he had found a gift for his master, and quickly untied it and handed it over like a treasure.

Seeing the young man's slightly upturned face, crystal eyes, and puppy-like flattering smile, the tip of the Nine Emperors' heart itched. He grinned and gripped the bamboo tube and asked, "What is this?" ”

"This is a painting by an unknown layman, I hope you like it." There is Shu rubbing his hands, and his expression is worried.

The Nine Emperors' breath was slightly choked, and he said in a dumb voice, "Yesterday I learned that I like the paintings of the unknown layman, so you deliberately went to buy them for me today?" With this heart alone, he was already very happy and satisfied.

Youshu didn't lie, and nodded with a red face.

The fingertips of the Nine Emperors suddenly exerted force, almost crushing the bamboo tube along with the painting. Damn, I thought that Youshu in my dream was confusing enough, but in reality, it was more difficult to restrain myself than in my dream. He didn't need to make seductive gestures, nor did he need to make a beautiful moan, just standing alive in front of him, blushing slightly, blinking his eyes, to make him emotional.

In the dream, he belonged to the Holy Emperor, but in reality, he completely belonged to himself, and the feeling of excitement was even stronger. Even, as long as he thinks that Youshu is the same as himself, he is also the reincarnation of someone six hundred years ago, and has a love affair with the so-called other self that ended without a problem, he feels jealous and hateful.

However, the unlucky ghost is dead, and after all, he is still a lot less lucky than himself, so there is no need to worry about it. Thinking like this, the Nine Emperor Princes suppressed the sudden sourness and quickly opened the bamboo tube.

Youshu didn't know if the eyesight of the fairy in the painting was accurate, so she said with some anxiety, "Is this painting genuine?" If not, I'll look for it again. Whatever you want, I've got it for you. With the ability to control ghosts, this sentence is not a lie.

The Nine Emperor Princes had already made up their minds that whether the painting was genuine or not, they would nod and admit it, and they would make a look that they couldn't put down and cherished it. What he cares about is never whether it's true or false, but what he cares about. But to his great surprise, this painting was one of the few genuine works that was circulated among the people, and the subject matter was so unique that he didn't know how to evaluate it.

Xue Wangjing and the others saw that His Highness had not spoken for a long time, so they also leaned over to admire, and then their faces distorted.

It's two men swinging, one on top of the other, enjoying their expressions. Over the course of more than 600 years, the ink has faded more or less, and many details have become blurred, but as long as you have similar experience, you can see that under the neatly dressed robes of the two men are two pairs of smooth legs, and what they are doing is self-evident.

The Nine Emperors have never been involved in the affairs of men and women, but they should know in their hearts. He looked at the paintings for a while, and looked at Youshu for a while, and his mood was very complicated. He would rather have Shu hinting or seducing himself, so he deliberately found a picture of the Spring Palace, but is it possible? He probably doesn't know the subject of the painting yet, does he?

Knowing that he shouldn't mess with His Highness's heart, Xue Wangjing still couldn't help it, and asked with a smile, "Youshu, do you know what this painting is?" ”

"Spring Opera Picture." Youshu pointed to the place where the payment was made, and Zheng'er Bajing explained, "Spring is coming, the temperature is warming, and they are playing on the swing in the courtyard." "There is nothing strange about this excessively intimate sitting position, for when he was a child, his master used to hold him and play with him like this.

"Yes, spring is coming, it's time to play." Xue Wangjing covered his stomach, shrugged his shoulders, and endured internal injuries with a smile. Mother, how could such a heartless person go to a prostitute? He probably hasn't even tasted what a woman is like, has he? As soon as I came to Beijing, I was taken by the Demon King of the Mixed World, and I really fell into blood mold!

The Nine Emperor Princes were also holding back a smile. He put his fist to his lips, coughed again and again, and only when his face was red did he take the young man's shoulder, and said sincerely, "I like this spring opera picture very much, let's go to the swing another day, okay?" ”

Xue Wangjing was immediately impressed by His Royal Highness the Nine, and only he could say such obscene words with such an upright expression.

Youshu nodded immediately and added, "But I have to sit on it, I'm not strong enough, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it, but I'll drop you." ”

The one above is obviously the bearer, don't you see him wrap his hands tightly around the neck of the person below, and his butt is also extremely high? It's good that Youshu doesn't say this, Xue Wangjing has almost suppressed the smile in his belly, and as soon as he said this, he suddenly popped and popped, like he had asthma. The commander of the guards, who had always been extremely self-controlled, was also a little nervous, and turned his head slightly.

The Nine Emperors didn't find it ridiculous at all, and with just one sentence, he could already imagine that scene. The swing was rippling, and Youshu was also rising and falling in his arms, the tip of his nose was spewing hot air, and the small mouth was spitting groans, all poured into the placket of his clothes, and burned a piece of flesh on his neck, which must have felt very beautiful.

Feeling that his body had reacted, the Nine Emperor Princes didn't dare to think about it anymore, and hurriedly and carefully rolled up the Spring Opera picture and stuffed it into the bamboo tube, reiterating, "I like this painting very much." We'll play together another day. ”

"Definitely." Youshu took the initiative to pinch the corner of the master's clothes, and sold herself in a daze.

The two stared at each other, smirking silently, both feeling happy and satisfied, and laughed for a quarter of an hour before leaving together, and when they went out of the gate, they saw many guards with knives standing outside, and two of them were still holding Zhao Yusong.

Zhao Yusong saw that His Royal Highness Jiu had been in it for half an hour, and he thought that his plan had succeeded, although he was worried about being angered by His Highness, but with the protection of the old lady, he would not worry about his life. The legs are long on Youshu's body, who can force him if he refuses to come? Could he still knock Youshu unconscious and throw him on the prostitute's bed?

This kind of thing is to say that it is heavenly, and it should not be borne by oneself. Besides, His Royal Highness the Ninth has already killed people, so he must hate them to the bone marrow, so naturally he won't remember them for too long. With His Royal Highness's disposition of not caring about everything, within half a month, he will forget about Youshu, and he has been engaged to Princess Mingzhu, sooner or later, he will be a concubine, and his future will not be affected much.

Because of holding the hole card of Princess Pearl in his hand, Zhao Yusong slowly calmed down, and the mentality of waiting to watch a good show has overwhelmed his previous fear. However, he never expected that Youshu not only came out with all his beards and tails, but his left hand was also tightly held by the Nine Emperor Princes, and his posture was very intimate.

The two of them had to look at each other after walking for a while, and at the end they smirked, like every young man who has just fallen in love, looking cramped and rippling.

When he walked by Zhao Yusong's side, Youshu glanced at him lightly, not curious why he was caught and gagged by Gyeonggi Wei, let alone excused himself. He only cares about those who should care, and he only cares about those who care about himself. The Nine Emperors had a large number of adults, and waved their hands to let the guards let them go.

Zhao Yulin, who was covering his face and following behind, was quite angry, grabbed Zhao Yusong, and scolded in a low voice, "Good you brute!" actually designed me to frame Youshu! Do you know that I was almost skinned by His Highness the Nine? His Royal Highness the Ninth has a deep friendship with you, don't care, but I'm not done with you! We'll see! The words pushed him away, and limped home, as if remembering something, and turned back, sneaking into the green wax building.

Zhao Yusong was not interested in the affairs of his second cousin, and only rubbed the strangulation marks on his neck with a solemn expression. He more or less knew the temper of the Nine Emperor Princes, and if he was angry with himself today, it would be easy to do. If he is willing to deal with you, it means that he still cares about you, and if he doesn't even bother to say a word, it means that he has completely abandoned you.

Now the question is, what will he do with himself? Zhao Yusong didn't know the bottom of his heart, so he hired a soft sedan chair and hurriedly ran home to ask his father for advice, hoping that there was still room for redemption in this matter.

At the same time, Youshu and the Nine Emperor Princes have gone out aimlessly. Now it is the height of summer, and the hands of the two have sweated a lot, and they are sticky and greasy to the touch, and the boss is uncomfortable, but no one is willing to let go first. In the end, it was the Nine Emperor Princes who were worried about soiling the young man, so he took out his left hand and wiped it on his chest, and then took out a handkerchief to wipe the young man's sweaty palm, and then continued to hold it firmly.

After wandering in the cobweb-like alley for several hours, they did nothing but walk, and the two of them felt very happy. Because of the flying mood, their arms pulling each other involuntarily swayed back and forth, from the back of the very close, there were some childhood sweethearts, two little guesses, and the hot air seemed to be filled with a faint sweetness.

Xue Wangjing looked at it with sour teeth, and wanted to persuade himself to endure it, but he didn't expect them to go around from the north of the city to the south of the city, and then from the south of the city back to the north of the city, and they had the posture of being trapped in the alley, so he had no choice but to mention, "Your Highness, the sun is so poisonous, let's find a place to rest for a while, shall we?" If Weichen is not mistaken, two streets away is Zhao's mansion, why don't we go to Zhao Xiaogongzi's courtyard and sit down? ”

The Nine Emperors, who hadn't pulled enough hands, finally stopped and looked at the boy expectantly.

"Let's go, follow me home." Youshu shook her master's arm, and she was completely adapted to the current mode of getting along with the two. The former master was very dignified and very busy, and he always felt that he was separated by an invisible film when he got along with him, and he thought he could pierce it, but he couldn't touch it at all. The current master is about the same age as him, and his temperament is more cheerful, and he can play in one place. He doesn't need to fear him, but he can be as close as he wants.

The Nine Emperor Princes smiled and nodded, looking very calm, but his pace gradually accelerated. He wants to integrate into Youshu's life bit by bit, so naturally he has to invade the environment in which he lives first.

The old man Zhao served as the chief assistant of the three dynasties, and his status was transcendent, and the pattern of the Zhao Mansion was very majestic. Ten miles long street, only the courtyard wall of Zhao Mansion occupies eight miles, which can be called the home of Lu Yan and Zhong Mingding. At first, the Nine Emperor Princes watched with great interest, but they were welcomed into the main gate by the servants in a panic, and when they arrived at the small courtyard where the big house lived, their expressions changed to hidden anger.

"You just live here?" He asked, pointing to the low courtyard walls and cramped houses.

"yes, come in." Youshu never cares about external objects, just have a house to live in, no matter whether it is big or small.

Xue Wangjing was afraid that His Royal Highness would lose his temper, so he hurriedly explained, "Zhao Zhizhou is Zhao Xiangguo's concubine, so naturally he can't live in the main courtyard. It's a quiet place, which is pretty good. ”

The Nine Emperor Princes no longer spoke, only glanced at Xue Wangjing with a smile, and then let the young man pull himself in. The Wang family went to the Baoling Marquis Mansion to visit the door, Zhao Zhizhou had not yet turned around when he was outside, and there were only a few old mothers in the courtyard to serve.

Seeing that the young master led the Nine Emperor Princes in, they were frightened at first, and only came back to their senses when the group went straight into the dormitory, knelt in the courtyard and kowtowed a few times, and then ran to find the master and the lady.

The Nine Emperors went to someone else's house for the first time, and he was still an infatuated teenager in his heart, so he felt both nervous and excited. He looked here, touched there, and carefully straightened things when they were crooked, like a country boy who had never seen the world.

Xue Wangjing couldn't help laughing frequently, only to realize that His Royal Highness the Ninth was only seventeen years old, and he hadn't fully grown up, just because he was usually too moody and high-minded, which made people forget his age.

Youshu was also a little cramped, and when she saw that the desk was a little messy, she hurriedly ran over to tidy it up.

"What do you usually do at home?" The Nine Emperor Princes wanted to know more about the young man, and he already had a lot of questions in his stomach.

"Reading and writing, I recently read a travelogue, and I have many insights, all of which have been written down." Youshu was often caught by his master to check his homework in his previous life, and he had already developed a conditioned reflex, and as soon as he stood at the desk, he put his hands behind his back, like a primary school student who reported to the teaching director. That's it, he also took out the reading notes one by one and let the Nine Emperors look through them.

So well-behaved? The Nine Emperors tried their best to hold back a smile and carefully flipped through them one by one, but when they saw Youshu writing a beautiful hairpin flower Xiaokai and Yan Tixing book, it was a little unpleasant. The royal family preserves many ink treasures of Emperor Zongsheng, and his best thing is the hairpin flower Xiaokai and Yan Ti Xingshu. In order to get rid of his influence, the Nine Emperor Princes did not change to Wild Grass until they were fifteen years old.

He originally thought that his handwriting was very similar to that of Emperor Zongsheng, but when he looked at Youshu, he was shocked to realize that his handwriting was the same as that of Emperor Zongsheng, as if the same person had written with the same hand. Does Youshu also have sporadic memories of her past life? Do you remember the man who was obsessed with him all his life?

The corners of the Nine Emperors' raised mouth slowly sank, but he didn't dare to ask the doubts in his heart. It doesn't matter if you remember it or not, the unlucky ghost is dead, and the person who is with Youshu now is himself, and that's enough. He put down his notes and was about to express some opinions, when he heard a small servant outside the door hurriedly shouting, "Young master, the bamboo pole you asked the slave to make has been done, and the spider webs have been smeared, and now you can go out and catch it." ”

Youshu's cheeks were flushed, and she hurriedly ran out and waved her hand at the little guy indiscriminately, with the three words Dou Da written on her face - go away!

"Got it? Didn't you say that you read and write all day long? The Nine Emperors raised one eyebrow and said with a smile.

Youshu didn't lie, and she was speechless for a while. The little guy saw that the battle was wrong, so he hurriedly threw down the bamboo pole and fled. At this moment, there were several shrill chirps from the drawer, as if some living thing had been shut down. The Nine Emperor Princes opened the drawer and took out a glass bottle sealed with silk cloth, his expression becoming more and more unfathomable.

This appearance completely coincides with the master who always caught himself reading and learning words in his previous life, and the long-lost sense of awe is also surging. Youshu swallowed her saliva and muttered, "I'm too tired from reading, so I'll take it out and shake it, listen to it, and relieve my fatigue." Actually, I'm not fun-loving. The words fell and snatched the glass bottle full of knowledge and shook it a few times.

Knowing that he was squeezed and impacted, he immediately let out an angry chirp, and he felt a little cool when he heard it in the hot summer. Without waiting for the master to reprimand, Youshu quickly untied the silk cloth, released the general, and said with a red face, "Look, I released them." I'll just play for a while. ”

This looks like a puppy that made a mistake and was caught red-handed by its owner, frustrated and pitiful, but also very cute. The Nine Emperors pressed their fists to their lips, barely holding back a smile, and the tips of their ears slowly turned red.

Xue Wangjing and the commander of the guards looked at the release of Zhi, and then looked at His Royal Highness who was in a happy mood, their expressions became more and more strange, but because they were stimulated a lot, their bearing capacity increased, and they didn't say anything.

After visiting the desk, the Nine Emperors walked towards the bed and said suspiciously, "In broad daylight, why is the curtain still hidden?" But there's a big living person hidden inside? ”

This was originally a joke, but unexpectedly, Shu's reaction was very intense, and she ran over in two or three steps, trying to block the master's way. The Nine Emperors' expression was cold for a moment, and then quickly retracted, one hand brushed him away, and the other hand lifted the curtain, his eyes overflowing with murderous aura.

Xue Wangjing and the commander of the guards were ready to "catch the traitor in bed", took a step forward, looked in with numbness, and then suddenly let out a sigh of relief. There was nothing in the curtain except a pillow, a quilt, and a mattress. Youshu, this bear child is blind and nervous? and they will suffer with it! The two of them were about to pat their chests, when they saw a few small black beetles swaying out, and when they looked closely, there were more than a dozen or twenty crawling inside the curtain, and the scene was a little terrifying.

The mood of the Nine Emperor Princes was up and down, happy and sad, and he hadn't eased up yet. He wiped his stiff face and hesitated, "You, in the tent, raising insects?" "Don't you feel disgusted and scared?

In the last days, there are not only zombies, but also mutated plants and insects. But when his little secret was discovered, he still felt ashamed, pinched his earlobe, and whispered, "It's not what you think." ”

Xue Wangjing was most afraid of small insects, so he had already clasped his arms and stared at him with strange eyes.

Youshu couldn't explain for a long time, so she pushed the master onto the couch, and lay down with her, saying, "They are fireflies, and if you catch them at night and put them in the tent, you can see the stars." The stars are flying around, as if you can pick them up with your hand, and it's beautiful, you know? ”

The Nine Emperors stared at the young man's eyes, which were brighter than the stars, and nodded. He thought that the most beautiful and bright stars in the world had been picked in his hands.

It turned out to be a firefly? Thinking of the colorful lights that seemed to be flying in the night, those previous feelings of nausea dissipated in an instant. Xue Wangjing nodded suddenly, knowing a little more about the young man's simple and innocent heart. It is undoubtedly easy and enjoyable to get along with such people, and there are many surprises to be given every day. Your Highness, he really has some vision.

The Nine Emperors also found it very fresh and interesting, pretending to stretch out their arms inadvertently, hugging the young man into his arms, and said slowly, "They don't shine during the day?" ”

"No, it's going to be at night." There are some regrets. He really wanted to lie down with his master and look at the artificial stars.

The eyes of the Nine Emperor Princes darkened, and the more he started the idea of building a mansion outside, it is best to choose next door to Zhao's Mansion, only a courtyard wall away from Youshu, and then open a small door, you can meet at any time, and you can lie on a quilt at night...... Thinking about it, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep unconsciously.

It took a long time for Youshu to find that his master was asleep, and he was about to wake him up, but was stopped by Xue Wangjing, "Don't, don't!" Zhao Xiaogongzi, please let His Highness sleep for a while. ”

His voice was extremely low, and his expression was unusually cautious, as if this was a big deal. Although Youshu felt weird, she didn't ask much, and nodded slightly to show that she understood. Quietly, he gently put his arm around his master, buried his face in the crook of his arm, and sighed contentedly.

After 600 years, it is finally back to you.