"It turns out that the prince is so idle, he even knows where a little guy has stolen something, please teach me a lesson." ”

Hearing this, Shangguan Yuchen let go of the hand that grabbed her arm, his eyes were colder, but he stopped speaking.

He lowered his head, took the drawing in his hand and looked at it again, but the next moment, he slammed the drawing back on the bookcase, and looked at the meal on the table with both eyes, stunned.

Gongyi Wuying saw him like this, and thought: Brother Chen is very hungry, but he doesn't know what he is thinking, and he doesn't want to pick up the dishes and chopsticks.

She twitched slightly in her heart, and said softly: "Feng Ning is not good at serving the prince, so I don't want to serve the prince for dinner, but I want to accompany my brother Chen to eat in the study, because Brother Chen has not eaten water all day." ”

Shangguan Yuchen picked up the meal, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, my brother Chen? Looking up at her, "Are you still hungry?" Why don't you eat it together. ”

Gongyi nodded without a shadow and went out to order someone to prepare.

After the servants had arranged everything, the two sat down at the table.

The guards outside the door secretly glanced at Feng Ning, Feng Ning was simply a good medicine for the prince.

Gongyi Wuying took the dishes for Shangguan Yuchen, and said in his mouth: "Brother Chen, Feng Ning heard a story when he was very young. Brother Chen was eating, and Feng Ning told this story to Brother Chen. ”

Shangguan Yuchen looked at her with a gentle expression, "You still tell stories?" Root...... I've never had such a relaxing time since I was a child, eating and listening to stories. I originally wanted to call myself "this king", but since Feng Ning called him Brother Chen, he also changed his name, and there was a hint of joy in his heart.

Gongyi watched him eat meticulously, and from time to time he picked up dishes for him, and said eloquently: "A long time ago, there was a pair of brothers, and the two brothers had a very good relationship and loved each other. One day, the brothers fell in love with a sword at the same time at a market, and the younger brother picked it up and couldn't put it down. The elder brother picked up the scabbard, and he also felt that the sword in his brother's hand was quite kind. But when he saw that his brother had picked up the sword, he gave him the scabbard as well. So, the younger brother took the sword home, and from then on it was regarded as a beloved thing, and the sword never left his hand.

But this sword was also once the brother's favorite thing, so the brother set a gem in the scabbard to symbolize his identity without permission. The elder brother just felt that the sword was worthy of the gem, because the brothers had a good relationship, so the elder brother ignored that the owner of the sword was the younger brother. The younger brother was very dissatisfied with the gem embedded in the sword, and even speculated that the elder brother coveted it. But since the relationship between the brothers has always been very good, it is not easy to have a seizure. ”

Shangguan Yuchen's movements of picking up rice became slower and slower, and gradually stopped.

I only listened to her continue: "Finally, one day, it was just a small contradiction, and the younger brother threw the sword that was his beloved thing on the ground in front of his brother because he was angry with his brother's gem. The more the elder brother tried to pick it up, the more angry the younger brother became. Because the younger brother didn't want to give up the sword, but wanted to force his brother not to have the heart to pick up the sword. The two of them were stuck in their throats over this matter......"

He looked at her, his gaze getting deeper and deeper, and a trace of incomprehensible affection gradually revealed in the depths.

She was still slowly narrating: "My brother loves the sword, but he never thought that no matter what is fixed on the scabbard, the person holding the hilt of the sword will always be himself. ”