The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

Ji Yan couldn't help but laugh, and it was hard to tell whether he was laughing out of anger or because he really wanted to laugh.

"Your Majesty."

"You are so kind."

After sending her senior brother back to the yard, she went back to her room to rest. She went to the morning court before dawn.

After the morning court session, I went to the Ministry of War to check on the troops.

In the palace, after Ji Yan finished his breakfast, he came to the pavilion in the middle of the lake with a gentle smile that was standard with Little White Flower.

Just as the waiter had said, there were seven men in the booth playing cards.

Ji Yan walked over with the help of the waiter.

After what happened yesterday, all the men in the palace knew that the prince treated this new "brother" very specially.

But no matter how unusual it was, the seven people sitting in the pavilion had no intention of standing up to greet them.

Ji Yan was not annoyed. He stood and looked at the cards for a while, then made a few appropriate suggestions. Then someone asked, "Can you play cards, too?"

Ji Yan nodded delicately, "I played it with my friends before when I was in Yangzhou."

The man said, "Then sit down and play together. There are just enough for two tables."

Ji Yan sat down at another table with the rest of the people. After playing for an hour, he became familiar with them.

Ji Yan touched the wooden sign in his hand and asked curiously, "How old are you? Can I call you brothers?"

The young man surnamed Li at the table said, "You can call me that. I'm twenty years old this year, so I'm older than you anyway."

After all, Ji Yan looks very young.

Another young man at the table named Liu said, "I'm twenty-one, so I should be the oldest one."

"I'm eighteen, younger than both of them."

Ji Yan nodded and played the cards in his hand. The others played cards while chatting.

Another hour passed, and he pretended to be casual and asked, "Brothers, do you play cards here every day?"

Young Master Liu said, "Not really, I also try other things occasionally."

Ji Yan lowered his head at the right time, revealing an expectant and shy look, "Your Majesty...Does Your Majesty usually come to the backyard?"

Master Li paused while drawing the cards, "Your Majesty, I usually don't come to the backyard."

"She sometimes comes just to eat and chat, or when she's practicing martial arts, she lets us see the new moves she's learned."

Ji Yan concealed the satisfaction in his eyes, pretending to be confused and anxious, "Then we can't see the prince normally? Then..."

Master Li saw what Ji Yan was not saying and consoled him, "Your Highness is a little averse to men, but that's okay. You see so many brothers are in the mansion, so you won't be bored."

"No..." Ji Yan said, "If the prince doesn't come to the backyard and can't see her, then what's the point of us staying in the mansion?"

He was a little anxious, "I'm young now, the prince might think I'm good-looking and be willing to support me."

"But if in a few years I lose my beauty, am no longer the prince's wife, and have no children, what should I do if the prince kicks me out of the palace..."

After he said this, the actions of the people at the same table and even the people at the next table all stopped, and even the sound of the wooden signs knocking against each other stopped.

The silence was deafening.

Ji Yan seemed to be suddenly awakened, and quickly covered his mouth, his eyes red with anxiety: "Yes, I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

It seemed like a long time had passed, but it also seemed like just a few seconds had passed before the sound of the wooden signs knocking against each other was heard again.

Young Master Liu's voice seemed to come from a faraway place, and he said with an inexplicable sense of vicissitudes: "No, you didn't say anything wrong."

In the pavilion, everyone continued playing cards as if nothing had happened, but Ji Yan's seemingly unintentional words still entered everyone's heart.

In the Great Chu, men usually got married at the age of fifteen.

Fifteen to twenty-two is the age when men are the youngest, most handsome, strongest and most popular.

Everyone couldn't help but think, are they going to waste their best years, the age most suitable for getting married, in the palace?

It would have been fine if the prince had adopted them, but he just raised them for fun.

No matter who asked the prince, he would say that he only treated them as his younger brothers. Who could resist that?

What the newcomer said was right. In the past, they thought they were young and the palace provided them with good food and drink, so no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

But now everyone is over 18 or 19 years old.

If their beauty is gone, the prince will not want to support them anymore. They are also old. If they are kicked out of the palace, what will they do?

Men of the same age have all found wives early on. If they are lucky, they may even have children if their wives like them. But if they continue to waste time...

terrible!

horrible! !

horrible! ! !

Everyone no longer had the leisure to continue playing cards, and they all dispersed without any prior arrangement.

Ji Yan walked slowly as usual, but the slightly raised corners of his lips vaguely revealed his good mood.

But then she changed her mind and thought about how he happily followed the prince back to the palace, thinking that he could be with him well.

But he didn't expect that the other party would give him such a big surprise in the mansion.

Okay, that's really good.

A hint of paranoia flashed across Ji Yan's eyes.

Even if the other party is the prince of Da Chu, what does it matter? The person he wants must be obtained even if he has to risk everything and use all the tricks.

Of course, the first priority is to drive away these annoying flies.

Why can't she give some money to find a good wife for others when she risked her life to save her fellow soldiers? Why must she take him into her own house?

Ji Yan calmed down his depression, sat on the swing in the yard, tilted his head and asked the male servant: "Is the prince back?"

The waiter said respectfully, "Just got back."

"Please invite the prince to come for dinner and tell him that I will cook for him today."

The male servant bowed his head and said, "Yes, Master, I will go this way."

He turned and walked out the door, still unable to hide his shock.

When I was in the pavilion with my master and heard what he said to those young masters, I thought my master had seen through everything and wanted to leave.

But now the meaning is to compete for favor?

He walked quickly to the outside of the study and explained his purpose to the prince's attendant. The attendant only went in for a few seconds and then came out to tell him that the prince would go and asked him to go back.

On the way back, the male servant couldn't help but feel excited. The prince actually agreed!

Maybe my master can really be taken into the prince's room!

Chu Bainiao was wearing a royal blue round-necked robe with gold thread trim today. The narrow sleeves and body made her figure look slender and tall, her back straight, and she looked handsome and noble.

She walked leisurely to the outside of her senior brother's courtyard. When she passed the threshold, she lifted the hem of her skirt with both hands and stepped over.

It is such a simple action.

However, it made many male servants in the courtyard blush and their hearts beat faster.

This is the prince of the Great Chu, a man of noble birth and extremely handsome.

Ji Yan, who had just returned from the kitchenette, happened to see this scene and felt as if his heart was suffocating.

He quickly turned his head to hide the desire in his eyes.

"Xiao Yan," the woman who disturbed his heart called out.

Ji Yan turned his head to look at her, with just the right amount of shyness on his face, "Your Highness, I, I just came out of the kitchen."

"You smell a little like oil smoke. Can you go in first and let me change my clothes before coming over?"

Seeing Chu Bainiao nod, Ji Yan quickly ran back to the bedroom.

When he came out again, the food had been served. He pursed his lips and sat next to Chu Bainiao, serving her food with a serving chopstick.

"Your Majesty, please try this. I made this dish."