197. [VIP] Ye Fusang, I don't have a name
Ye Fusang's movements on his hands paused, stretched out his hand, dipped a little water, and gently wiped it on Lan Qian's lips, and said helplessly: "Do you really want to let yourself have no good places on your body?" βγ
Hearing this, Lan Qian was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly opened his eyes, "Huh? β
Lan Qian's face was stunned for a moment, the room was empty at this time, only the woman in front of her, Lan Qian's eyes moved down, only to see a basin of blood water in front of her, and a cloth towel in her hand,
Lan Qian's face turned red all of a sudden, and he became a little at a loss, just now he thought that the imperial doctor was wiping him, so although the movement was as gentle as a feather sweeping, he still felt disgusted and painful, and now, he found that the person who wiped his body was always her, and in his heart, in addition to shyness, there was actually a feeling of happiness.
Ye Fusang looked at Lan Qian's scarlet face a little inexplicably, stretched out his hand, gently pressed it against his head, touched his own, and said to himself: "It's not hot." β
At this time, Lan Qian was even more embarrassed, closed his eyes a little angrily, and didn't look at Ye Fusang's puzzled face, he never knew that she would have such a cute side.
"Lan Qian, apart from your body pain, what else is uncomfortable?" Ye Fusang looked at Lan Qian worriedly.
He shook his head slightly, and spat out a sentence lightly in his thin lips, "No." β
Ye Fusang nodded slightly puzzled, and started the movements of his hand again, gently wiping Lan Qian's sensitive parts, very seriously, without a trace of obscenity.
Lan Qian quietly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the woman's eyes staring at her seriously, Lan Qian's face instantly turned red, and she only felt shy, which overshadowed the pain in her body.
Sensing the man's abnormality, Ye Fusang frowned slightly, and looked at Lan Qian with some reproach, "Lan Qian, I can't wipe you well if you move like this." β
"Hmm." Biting the corner of the quilt, Lan Qian responded with a red face, but he was a lot more settled, and let Ye Fusang wipe him, wiping and wiping, Lan Qian felt that a warmth rose in his lower abdomen, and his whole body instantly softened, and even the lower ones faintly had a tendency to raise their heads.
Sensing that something was wrong with him, Lan Qian pulled the quilt violently and looked at Ye Fusang with a blank expression, "County Lord, I ......"
"Alright." Ye Fusang threw the cloth towel in his hand into the basin, Lan Qian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then, I heard Ye Fusang say, "Next, I will give you medicine, the wound in some places is more cracked, I will sew it for you with a needle, there may be a little pain, you bear with it." β
Hearing this, Lan Qian bit his lip and nodded lowly, a little shy.
After treating Lan Qian's wound, it was already night, she was afraid that this man would be in pain, so she gave anesthetic, and now, he is still sleeping peacefully. Ye Fusang had just straightened up, and before he could drink his saliva, the door was rudely kicked open.
"Ye Fusang." With a powerful voice, Feng Yan's beautiful but somewhat immature face broke into Ye Fusang's sight. Ye Fusang rubbed his eyebrows and supported his forehead with one hand, "What's the matter, the prince has something?" β
Hearing this, a touch of displeasure flashed in Feng Yan's eyes, and his pink lips pursed slightly, "Ye Fusang, don't I have a name?" β
Ye Fusang lazily opened his eyes and glanced at Feng Yan, "Is there something wrong with the prince?" β
"Ye Fusang, this is the prince's home, the prince can go wherever he wants, can you manage it?" Feng Yan glared at Ye Fusang angrily, this damn woman, she used to flatter him in all kinds of ways, she would give him anything fun and delicious, but now, if she doesn't give him anything, forget it, and she will speak coldly to him.
Feng Yan deliberately made a loud noise, came to Ye Fusang and sat down, glanced at Lan Qian who was lying on the bed, and snorted coldly, "Hmph, he doesn't look as good as this prince." β
Ye Fusang raised his eyebrows lightly and did not speak to him.
Seeing that Ye Fusang ignored himself, Feng Yan pursed his lips, a little deflated, "Ye Fusang, the mother emperor called you over." β
"Okay." Lazily responded, Ye Fusang stood up and walked out in a daze, she was so tired, she had just woken up and had not eaten anything until now.
Looking at Ye Fusang's back, as if thinking of something, the corners of Feng Yan's lips were slightly hooked, the men in the mother queen's palace often cook food for the mother queen, so that the mother queen will be very happy, then, if she also makes something to eat for that woman, will she be as good to herself as before?
Thinking about it, Feng Yan smiled excitedly, and hurriedly ran out, and when he ran to the door, he suddenly stopped, and looked at Lan Qian, who was still lying on the bed, Feng Yan's red lips pursed, as if he was thinking about something.
"Come on, send that man back to Huamanlou." Feng Yan pointed to Lan Qian, who was lying on the bed, and ordered to the guards in front of him.
Hearing this, a flash of fear flashed on the guard's face, "Emperor, prince, that's the person from the county lord of Zhaoyang." β
The sentence "Zhaoyang County Lord" suddenly stimulated Feng Yan's anger, "Presumptuous, do you dare to listen to the words of this prince?" β
"I don't dare." The guard knelt on the ground suddenly, with a humble face, seeing this, Feng Yan snorted coldly, "Send him back, I don't want to say what this prince said a second time." Feng Yan stared at the guards with a straight face, worthy of being a member of the royal family, even if he was an immature prince, he was also afraid to be despised when he was angry.
The guards buried their heads low, even though the prince's order could not be disobeyed, but the county lord of Zhaoyang could not afford to offend, she could not afford to anger the county lord of Zhaoyang.
Looking at the guard's look of fear and struggle, Feng Yan pursed his lips, it was all that woman, it was okay to be so scary, "You just do what the prince ordered, the prince will keep it secret for you." β
Hearing this, a flash of joy flashed on the guard's face, "Yes." β
Feng Yan turned his head to look at Lan Qian in the room, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a smileγββ
"Fusang, you're so ignorant, are you really in a hurry?" The empress looked at Ye Fusang with a reproachful face, Ye Fusang stood with her head down, feeling that her chest was already hungry against her back, and the empress's reprimand showed no signs of stopping.
"Where have you been these past few days, don't tell me any lies about falling asleep in the house." The empress's face was full of seriousness, and she had the appearance that Ye Fusang would not stop without saying anything.
The corners of Ye Fusang's mouth twitched fiercely, how can he say it, could it be that he said that he was thrown to Cangguo by the Lord of the Underworld in a fit of anger, and then he sent himself back.
"Why doesn't Fuso speak?" Seeing that Ye Fusang was silent, the empress's face couldn't help but turn cold, "Fusang, you have to know that you are the lord of a country, your body is not yours alone, you are missing inexplicably, you must give me an answer." β
Ye Fusang frowned, listening to the empress's reprimand, while looking for a suitable excuse for the time. Just when Ye Fusang was extremely entangled, a cheerful voice came from the door, "Fusang, where is Ye Fusang?" β
Feng Yan jumped in from outside, the tip of his nose was full of black charcoal ash, his clothes were messy, and strands of hair were hanging down, which looked very funny with his happy expression.
The empress became angry in an instant, and finally shifted her target, "Feng Yan, what's the matter with you?" β
"Mother Emperor......" Feng Yan shouted a little aggrieved, obviously he didn't expect to be yelled at by the empress, Ye Fusang buried his head low, trying to reduce his sense of existence, and found out for the first time that Feng Yan was so cute.
However, before Ye Fusang could finish sighing, Feng Yan looked at her, "I'm cooking for Ye Fusang." β
"Ahem...... Ye Fusang almost choked to death by his own saliva, this is simply an earth-shattering anecdote, Feng Yan, who has always hated himself, actually cooked for himself, Ye Fusang's face was as if he had eaten stool. She knew that this little prince was unreliable, and her own ass was still blowing in the sea breeze, so he actually pushed the matter to her.
The empress didn't think like Ye Fusang, she looked at Feng Yan with puzzled eyes, she already had a plan in her heart, she had held this son in the palm of her hand since she was a child, and it hurt that other sons could play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he couldn't, and his temperament was still a little tricky, and the unmarried young courtiers in the court didn't dare to marry him at all.
The empress's eyes flashed, and she looked straight at Ye Fusang, who was seen by that look, Ye Fusang only felt a chill in her back, and just wanted to say something, but the empress smiled slightly, "It's my negligence, Fusang hasn't eaten yet, you go down." β
"Huh?" Feng Yan didn't expect the empress to let him go so easily, "Thank you, the empress." After speaking, Feng Yan took Ye Fusang's hand, a little eager, "Ye Fusang, go, go eat." β
Without waiting for Ye Fusang to say anything, she had already been dragged out of the empress bedroom by Feng Yan.
On the palace road, Ye Fusang pulled out his hand, his brows furrowed tightly, "The prince can let go." β
Feng Yan turned his head and glared at Ye Fusang angrily, the whole person seemed to be drenched in a basin of water, stretched out his hand, pulled Ye Fusang's hand from the new hand, and said a little strongly, "Ye Fusang, this prince has worked hard to cook for you, if you don't thank this prince, forget it, what kind of attitude do you have." β
Looking at the sad and indignant look of the person in front of him, Ye Fusang raised his eyebrows, is it possible, is this still true, his eyes looked at Feng Yan with obvious suspicion, he, has changed sex?
Thinking that he was just hungry, Ye Fusang didn't say anything, and nodded, "Let's go." As he spoke, he was about to withdraw his hand, Feng Yan also motivated Ye Fusang what he wanted to do, stretched out his hand, and firmly grabbed Ye Fusang's hand from the beginning, "This prince is afraid of the dark, you hold me." β
Ye Fusang: "......"