Xiaoyao lay on the bed and tried his best not to think about what he had just seen in front of him, but the more he didn't want to think about some things, the more they appeared in front of his eyes.

He only felt very sad, and he felt a sense of sadness and powerlessness that he had never felt before, like a thorn growing out of his bones, tearing at his flesh and his blood.

But he had no choice but to endure this sadness and sadness silently.

Xiaoyao just lay on the bed with his eyes open and suffered all night, although he didn't know what he was sad about.

A scene appeared in front of his eyes, and another scene was all kinds of things that accompanied the prince from childhood to adulthood.

Only then did he realize that since the moment he met the prince when he was a child, he had been by the prince's side for the rest of his life, all around the prince, and after leaving the prince, he didn't seem to have anything to do.

The prince has become a big tree, he has become a small leaf attached to the tree of the prince, without the prince, he does not know what is called a branch, without the prince, he does not know how to survive.

Now there is such an illusion that the prince will leave, no, it is not an illusion, but the prince really wants to leave.

The person who has accompanied him since he was a child has always been the prince, and he has long been accustomed to accompanying the prince.

It seems that in some situations where he doesn't know when, he has some thoughts about the prince that he shouldn't have.

It's fine if he's a woman, but he's also a man, so this kind of thinking is taboo in his heart, and it's shame.

So he never dared to face his heart, he thought about it all night, and he really couldn't think of what kind of reason could explain his current pain except for this undeserved thought.

In the daily company, he seems to have a long-lasting joy for the prince.

Although the prince is a man, he is also a man, and he is just an insignificant servant by the prince's side, but he has such a liking, this like is humble and careful, cowardly and timid.

How small was it, so small that even he himself had never confirmed this thought, so small that even he didn't notice what he liked.

Now that he is about to lose, he is willing to face his heart, only to find that his heart is like this.

But I can only bury this love deep in my heart, after all, it is not an unworthy thing for the next person to be with the prince, not to mention that the two of them are both men.

Even if Dayun is open to the people, it is true that there is an existence with broken sleeves, but a dignified prince is a stable king who has rebelled against everyone, how can he be allowed to have such a habit of breaking sleeves?

Besides, these are just his wishful thinking, the prince already has a sweetheart, a sweetheart, the excellent Quhuashang Qujia eldest lady who is like an immortal in the sky, and how dare he compete with the sun and the moon?

Xiaoyao figured out his thoughts, and couldn't sleep all night, he felt ashamed because he had such a liking feeling, thinking that he was disgusting.

How could he be such a vile and such a villain?

How can you have such a mind that you shouldn't have? has such a slanderous thought about his master, and even a man.

But partially, if he likes it, he likes it, even if he wants to hide it, he can't hide it at all, he likes this kind of thing, even if he covers his mouth and closes his eyes, he can feel it from the emotions around him.

Especially now, he faced his mind squarely, and after sensing his thoughts, it was estimated that it was even more impossible to hide it.

What's wrong with liking the prince?

It's just that he likes his master, and he likes a man, what's wrong with that?

He doesn't have to like his master, nor does he have to like men, it's just that the person he likes happens to be his master, and he happens to be a man.

But this man is a man he will never get, this man has no intention of him at all, and he already has a sweetheart, not to mention that the two are extremely incompatible.

With such a god-like existence, he should not be delusional to defile him and delay his great career.

Just go on, so that even this can be by his side, can be protected by his closest guards, can be arranged for him by his side, so that it is enough to be free, and the rest of the leisure is no longer a luxury.

This thought will continue to be concealed in such a humble and cowardly manner, except for himself, he will not let other people know his thoughts, and he will not rest until he dies.

Xiaoyao thought like this, and his heart ached again, as if he had been grabbed by someone, just as sad.

If he was also a girl, if her status was more noble, would the result be completely different now?

But there is everything in the world, but there is no such thing as this, so Xiaoyao can only dream like this, but in any case, it can't realize the speculation about those ethereal and impossible to realize, it can only be just some speculations.

Today's status quo is that the prince has a person he likes, the person he likes is extremely good, and he is a perfect match for the prince, and a pair of talented and beautiful women should not let people like him go out to disturb.

He was silently guarding these two people in secret, and he was silently guarding them.

I hope that the prince is good, and he will be well.

Although he is already comfortable, he is comfortable figuring it out, and what should he do next, but Xiaoyao still can't suppress his sadness, even if he lies down tightly, the sadness will overflow from the quilt and overflow the whole room.

Even the moon outside, round and big, shining brightly and white, seemed to have a bit of misery.

Qu Huashang was in Yuwentuo's house at this moment, looking at the moon outside.

"The moon is so big today, round and bright." Qu Huashang sighed thoughtlessly.

She is not very good at what kind of poetry is right, and she will only praise when she sees such a beautiful moon, it is round and bright, not like those poets, and when she sees such a moon, she can feel it and lead to a poem.

"It's pretty big." Yuwen Tuo was still there correcting the recitals, so he was a little busy, and he replied without raising his head.

Seeing that Yuwen Tuo was busy, Qu Huashang was inconvenient to disturb, so he continued to hold his arms and watch the moon there.

Although the moon outside was round and big and shone on the ground, the bright night was like day, but Qu Huashang was sleepy when she looked at the moon.

Obviously, he still supported his arms on the table just now, and then supported her head.

But slowly, slowly, the head began to droop a little.

In the end, the whole person threw himself on the table, and it was unusually quiet, and it looked like he was asleep.

Yuwen Tuo could only smile helplessly when he saw Qu Huashang like this.

How relieved this girl is of herself, just staying in her room so defenselessly, and falling asleep without vigilance.

Should I say that this girl is bold? Or are you reliable?

Yuwen Tuo was helpless, but there was no other way but to hug the person lightly.

The girl's weak body was hugged tightly by him, but as soon as he picked it up, Yuwen Tuo's brows wrinkled.

I didn't expect that Shang'er was so light, it seems that she will have to raise more in the future, it's not okay to be so light, what if a strong wind blows one day and blows her away?

Qu Huashang seemed to notice that someone was moving her, and snorted a little dissatisfied.

Then he arched, found a comfortable sleeping position, and fell asleep.

If Qu Huashang was still awake and saw himself like this, he would definitely be ashamed to look for his head, and he couldn't wait to find a place to drill down, but Qu Huashang was not awake at this time, and he didn't know anything about what he did when he was asleep.

Qu Huashang would not do such a coquettish thing on weekdays, but fell asleep and revealed his true temperament, Yuwen Tuo looked at Qu Huashang with such a quiet and sleeping face, and he felt more intimate than on weekdays, but it made him feel very happy.

Now that they can all sleep, it seems that it is indeed a little bad to send it to the next room.

Besides, when you go to the next room, you always have to go out of the house and enter the house again, and the weather outside is cold at this time, maybe you can catch a cold when you go out for a while.

So here it is.

Yuwen Tuo moved the person to the edge of his bed, put it down lightly, and then thoughtfully pinched the back corner, and was satisfied after making sure that there was no ventilation.

He is not very good at doing these things, because Xiang'er is the first woman he likes, and the first woman who is determined to marry back to the house.

After all, there will always be some inexperienced people in the first time, so it will always be a little unnatural or clumsy to do these things.

For example, when he took off the hairpins on his head to make it easier for him to lie down and sleep, he was always worried about what he was doing badly, and he was always worried that something was wrong with him.

Fortunately, although it was a little clumsy, there were no mistakes.

He took care of all the things on her head and put them aside, and as for himself, he gently lowered the curtain on the bed, kissed her forehead gently, and then continued to return to the table.