This day seemed to be leaking, and it rained after a show, and the clothes on Mo Changhuan's body when he returned to Xiangfu Palace were already wet.

Ah Jiu was afraid that Mo Changhuan would have a cold, so he hurriedly took her into the house, changed her clothes and wrapped her tightly in the quilt, and was fed a few mouthfuls of hot soup by Ah Jiu, and she eased up after a while.

Ah Jiu looked at Mo Changhuan and frowned distressedly: "County Lord, in the future, you have to stay away from those ladies in the harem, they are not good stubble." ”

Ah Jiu has been talking about these words for an unknown number of years, and Mo Changhuan can't listen to Ah Jiu's words, just caring about the wooden villain in his hand, and he is fiddling happily.

The rain outside the door gradually became lighter, Ah Jiu opened the window, and a gust of cold wind blew into the house, making Mo Changhuan shiver.

Seeing this, Ah Jiu hurriedly closed the window and muttered in a low voice: "It's going to be winter soon, and it's time for the Internal Affairs Office to buy charcoal." “

Then he looked at Mo Changhuan, who was playing with the wood on the bed, and instructed: "Master, you stay in the house well, and Ah Jiu will go to the Internal Affairs Mansion to take a look." ”

Mo Changhuan glanced at Ah Jiu with a smile, and continued to fiddle with the wooden man in his hand, Ah Jiu pressed the corners of the quilt to Mo Changhuan's side, closed the window, closed the door, and then left with confidence.

Ah Jiu had only walked for a while, and there was a steady footstep at the door, not Ah Jiu's past tiptoe, Mo Changhuan's face was pale.

Listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, Mo Changhuan picked up the pillow and threw it straight towards the door: "Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, come quickly, it's raining." ”

With the other hand, he picked up the wooden man on the couch, squeezed it tightly in his hand, raised his head, and continued to smirk.

A sixteen-year-old boy walked up.

The eldest prince of Yu Chijing Jin Yuanguo, a genius in the mouth of the palace, has followed the emperor to fight and kill the enemy at the age of eleven, and led the troops alone at the age of thirteen to kill the barbarians who invaded the border and pacify the Gelfan tribe, and now at the age of sixteen, he has already shown the demeanor of the emperor.

Yu Chijing's facial features are handsome, his cold face is angular, and his deep eyes often have an inaccessible indifference and alienation, which is quite like the emperor when he was young.

It's just that there are exceptions to everything, every time he comes to Xiangfu Palace, Yu Chijing can always come with a smile on his face, he looks at Mo Changhuan, and the smile in his eyes is about to overflow.

Yu Chijing walked up to Mo Changhuan and reached out to touch her head naturally: "Brother Huang doesn't know how to call someone when he comes, don't you let the housekeeper teach you to call the word Brother Huang every day?" It's good now, I didn't call Brother Hui, but I shouted that little stubbornness of Ah Jiu was diligent. ”

Although Yu Chijing is the eldest son of the queen, he is the closest to Mo Changhuan among the princes, and the only one who allows Mo Changhuan to call the emperor brother.

When he saw Mo Changhuan, Yu Chijing always couldn't help the joy in his heart, but Mo Changhuan didn't want to speak when he saw him, seeing this, Yu Chijing had to stretch out the hand behind his back, and he had a small box of snacks in his hand.

The dim sum flashed in front of Mo Changhuan's eyes, and Mo Changhuan immediately raised the corners of his mouth when he saw the food, stretched out his hand and grabbed it forward, but was held by Yu Chijing: "If you want to eat, you must first learn to call the imperial brother." ”

Mo Changhuan was angry for a while, adhering to the idea of not opening his mouth and making the first move, he grabbed Yu Chijing's other arm, this grasp was amazing, and the clothes on Yu Chijing's left shoulder were actually pulled by her on her arm.

Looking at each other for a while, Mo Changhuan's innocent eyes stared at Yu Chijing's blushing face, seeing Yu Chijing's movements, Mo Changhuan immediately shifted his eyes, quickly snatched the snack with his hand, sat aside, and separated him from him.

Seeing that Mo Changhuan was only focused on dim sum, Wei Chijing had no choice but to hold his forehead, and just as he was about to sort out his clothes, Ah Jiu came back.