Quick Wear: Pampering Your Lover

Ever since the last incident, Mingzhen has been detained at home for several days. He heard that Xue Chengjiao was beaten by General Xue and is now lying in bed recuperating. Mingzhen still feels a little guilty.

After all, he was the one who insisted on drinking the wine, and even dragged Xue Chengjiao to drink with him, and he was sent back safely.

Mainly because of that dream he was scared.

Mingzhen closed his eyes, but he could still easily recall the plot in his mind.

"cousin."

Seeing that he was in a daze, Yan Zhifang couldn't help but shout, "What are you thinking about?"

He has been worried about his cousin these days and has been staying by his side. He always feels that something is wrong with his cousin these days, as if he has something on his mind and is always depressed.

"It's okay." Mingzhen came back to his senses and asked casually, "I've heard that the Seventh Prince is upright and righteous. What kind of person does Zhifang think of him?"

Yan Zhifang was stunned. In fact, he didn't need to think about it, because the four words had already formed in his mind.

The seventh prince has a handsome face, is intelligent, gentle and elegant, and goes to the Buddhist temple to pray every month. Everyone would praise him for his stunning appearance and unparalleled talent.

Can……

Following the Seventh Prince every day, Yan Zhifang could sense his true face hidden beneath his appearance and disguise.

"He has a venomous appearance but a treacherous heart." Yan Zhi lowered his voice and told his cousin everything he knew. "Cousin, please don't be fooled by him."

Mingzhen nodded, moved closer, and asked, "If the Crown Prince and the Seventh Prince were to fight one day, what would you do?"

"I..." The boy's young yet precocious face showed hesitation, "I don't know."

He hasn't thought about this question yet.

In short, he would never implicate others. If possible, he would be willing to exchange his life for others' chance to live.

Mingzhen put his arm around his little cousin's shoulders, his tone slightly melancholy, "Cousin, I hope you live well."

"cousin……"

For some reason, Yan Zhifang felt like something was stuck in his throat, and he didn't know what to say in response.

……

At night, Mingzhen couldn't sleep, so he put on a fox fur cloak and went up to the roof.

He put his hands behind his head, looked at the starry sky, and thought about how to break the deadlock.

Is there any way to keep dad and the others safe?

The capital is in chaos, and they cannot stay out of it. They can only find a way out within the chessboard.

The third prince Ming Shiyuan, who is still pretending to be crazy in the palace, General Lu Xingzheng, who has just returned to the capital, and Ling Ling, a girl from another world...

Key figures flashed through Mingzhen's mind.

What would happen if we gained their trust and brought them together in advance?

The night deepens and the stars shine brightly.

Mingzhen made up his mind.

……

Half a month later, Mingzhen was finally allowed to leave the palace.

He had been feeling depressed for a long time and had wanted to relax. In addition, thinking about meeting Lu Xingzheng by chance, he did not bring Youling and Zizhu with him.

This time he did not go to a tavern or a brothel, but chose the Shiyuan Building, a favorite place for the literati and poets in the capital. The building was filled with the fragrance of tea, and many ink paintings of great literati were hung on the walls. There were different activities on the high platform on the first floor every day.

Today we have a poetry competition, tomorrow we have a drinking game, and the day after tomorrow we have a question that stumps a group of students. It’s quite interesting.

All in all, it is a quiet and elegant place, and maybe you will meet the person you want to meet.

Mingzhen occupied a room on the third floor by himself. When he opened the silk curtain, he could clearly see the scenery on the platform below.

At this moment, an old man smiled and asked a question: "There is a wall sixteen feet thick. Two rats are facing each other to dig through it. The big rat digs one foot a day, and the small rat also digs one foot a day. The big rat doubles its length each day, and the small rat halves its length each day. When will they meet again? How far have they each dug?"

When the students heard this, they all frowned and thought secretly in their hearts.

Half a minute later, when everyone was thinking hard, a clear and pleasant female voice suddenly rang out.

"Four days."

Everyone looked up and saw a woman with a bun and a veil on her face walking in from the door.

"That's right!" The old man clapped his hands in surprise, his expression somewhat surprised. "Miss Ling, why are you here?"

"Come here for the appointment."

However, the scholars and intellectuals present raised doubts in disbelief. After all, how could a woman solve such a difficult problem?

Mingzhen sat on the soft couch in the side room, leaning his head on one side, chewing snacks and watching with great interest. Just as he wanted to hear how the girl would respond, he suddenly noticed some movement behind him.

A dark figure suddenly flew in from the half-open window, carrying a dangerous aura and heading straight towards the young man on the couch.

Mingzhen didn't have time to listen to the woman's answer. He wanted to get up quickly, but the figure who climbed in through the window got there first and pinned him down. His eyes were covered by the silk that someone had cut from the window, and his mouth, which was open to call for help, was also covered lightly.

Mingzhen's eyes went dark and he couldn't break free, so he had to find another way. He nimbly bypassed the opponent's attempt to stop him, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and was about to stab the opponent in the chest.

The man covered his face with one hand and used the other hand to press the wrist holding the dagger to his head. The dagger fell to the ground with a "ding" sound.

"Young Master, why are you so cruel?"

It's quite interesting to see him drawing his weapon to kill him.

The man released the hand that was covering his mouth, but Mingzhen knew that if he cried for help, the man would immediately cover his mouth again, and he might not have a chance to speak.

Mingzhen felt the man's voice sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place it. He immediately asked cautiously, "Who are you? Since you know my identity, you should know that attacking me won't end well!"

He can't die, he has to live and save many people.

The man in black chuckled and looked at the bright color rising on the boy's cheeks due to his struggle and anger. He felt that he was like a vigilant raccoon slave, and even his threats were so cute.

Not only is it not scary, it also makes people want to tease it.

The man couldn't help but reach out and touch Mingzhen's flushed cheeks. Sure enough, they were soft and tender.

Mingzhen's eyes were blocked and the cloth was very thick, so he couldn't see anything. He only felt something rubbing against his face, so he subconsciously turned his face away.

The conversation of the people downstairs continued, and no one knew that the precious young master was being pinned down and teased.

The man coughed and moved his hand away. His nose could smell the faint fragrance of the young man. He subconsciously moved closer to smell it, and the closer he got, the more fragrant it became.

Just as the young man was about to notice something was wrong, he pretended to lean over and whispered in Mingzhen's ear, "Don't worry, my lord. I mean no harm. I just need to stay here for half an hour. Are you willing?"

"Now that things have come to this, does it make any difference whether this prince is willing or not?"

Mingzhen really wanted to roll his eyes, but unfortunately the other person couldn't see it.

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Happy National Day, babies!