……

Ah Chan saw the little obedient approaching, and his little hand pressed the placket of his clothes.

Little girl wants to strip her clothes?

Break her legs??

Xuanyuan Zhan looked at her scared little appearance and sighed heavily.

A big hand touched her little face.

Start with such as warm jade.

How can there be a man's face as delicate and silky as her, she is delicate.

"The emperor is still young."

Ordinary men are nearly fourteen, they are all half adults, and they are old enough to marry a wife, and this little thing looks like a child.

No matter how much Xuanyuan Zhan is a jackal, he can't bully a child.

As for the booklets.

A certain prince is righteous and righteous, confiscated.

After all, he has to learn, and he has to take the initiative in these things.

It's just that every time he flips through the booklet, Xuanyuan Zhan feels uncomfortable, man, with man......

Whew, I can't look at it, let alone study.

This is what if the little emperor grows up and discovers him...... Whew, men can't say no.

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The fourteenth birthday of the little emperor coincided with the Chinese Valentine's Day.

Granted by the regent, the birthday was very grand.

There is no curfew in Kyoto this night, the lights are bright day and night, red silk is hung everywhere, and lanterns are paraded through the streets to celebrate the birthday of the little emperor.

It's the first time it's been bustling, and the streets are full of well-dressed men and women.

Xuanyuan Zhan took Ah Chan out to see the lanterns.

The little emperor was dressed in civilian clothes, tied with a belt, and covered his face with a veil, and he was a weak little boy who supported the wind.

Led by a man who is as beautiful as a fairy.

When there is a man holding hands with a man on the street?

Do brothers and sisters love?

It's the eldest brother in the family who will hold his brother's hand like this, afraid of losing his brother, right?

I don't know which noble son this is, both brothers were born so noble.

It's just that the elder brother, although he has a stunning face and a superb temperament, is so cold that everyone is afraid to approach.

None of the flowers in the girls' hands dared to send them to Xuanyuan Zhan.

But that little boy is different.

"Little boy, would you like to accept the slave's flowers?"

Ah Chan's curious gaze looked around and looked at the begonia flower that the young lady gave her.

Softly whispered: "Give it to me?" ”

"Hmm." The woman blushed and nodded.

Ah Chan has never received a tweed from someone else.

"Thank you~"

The little emperor stretched out his hand to take the begonia flower, and said sweetly in his voice under the veil.

People gave her flowers, and Ah Chan gave away the peony in his hand: "This one is for the little sister." ”

Where did the girl think that it would be so easy, she took the peony and covered her face.

"Little girl, look, the little sister gave it to me~"

A little thing who didn't know "dead or alive" didn't know what it meant to give flowers and branches to each other at the Qixi Lantern Festival, and her little face happily showed the "token" she received to the little girl: "Is it good-looking?" ”

"The Emperor... Does Childe think it's good-looking? ”

"It's good-looking~"

Ah Chan tilted his little head.

The little emperor, who didn't know what trouble he had caused, suddenly felt that his body became cold.

A big hand reached out in front of her, and the long fingers with blue and white joints pulled out the begonia in her hand and threw it away.

… Throw.

… Finish.

…… Ah Chan stared blankly at the begonia flowers on the ground.

Under the veil, the little lips opened, revealing only a pair of misty eyes, puzzled: "Little girl, why did you throw my flowers?" ”

Xuanyuan Zhan didn't say anything.

His face was cold, he let go of her hand and took a long step.

stepped on the wilting begonia flowers, and walked one by one without looking back.