Bai Yueguang's substitute only wants salted fish

The Ninth Prince is weak, relying on good tonics to continue his life, he can't look like a healthy child, and looks thin and small.A small man, with a pale complexion left by a long illness, his eyes are particularly bright and pure, like the clear and energetic light in the morning sky, and his voice is the clouds floating in it, soft and pure.

Such a well-behaved child, saying "like" is particularly healing and moving.

It was the first time Qi Wenyao encountered such a sincere and clean compliment, his heart almost melted, he squatted down and talked with the Ninth Prince at eye level, "Well, don't listen to Yichen's nonsense. Thank you for liking me."

The Ninth Prince stared wide-eyed as if he had received a gift, "Brother Wen Yao is indeed very good."

"Sure enough?" Qi Wenyao heard the key words, "Why do you say that?"

"Because my brother often praises you." The Ninth Prince's "brother" is called Fu Yichen.

Thinking of that expressionless face, Qi Wenyao wondered: That person usually doesn't like to talk, so how come he wants to blow his rainbow farts in front of children?

He was thinking about whether to ask, but seeing the expectant eyes of the ninth prince, he felt that he should focus on this well-behaved child, "Why did you secretly look at me just now? If you want to meet, just come out."

The Ninth Prince tilted his head and asked, "Doesn't what the master says count?"

"Master...is that group of fortune tellers?" Qi Wenyao thought for a while, and read the picture of the group of fortune tellers invited by the emperor to tell nonsense to the Ninth Prince.

Some people are jealous of Concubine Zhao, and they feel a crisis when they see the birth of the Ninth Prince.It just so happened that the Ninth Prince was weak and was born with constant illnesses and failed to please the Emperor, so the Empress and Concubine Hui played together in a play of "fate beats others", which made the Emperor dare not go to the Ninth Prince's side.

As the Ninth Prince grew up, he heard some rumors.The clever little head quickly realized that he was not popular, so he inquired carefully, and found out the truth from his mother's faltering and gossip.

The fortune teller said that the Ninth Prince could not get close to the place where the emperor was, and had to stay in a remote corner of the palace.The Ninth Prince was sensible and didn't want to cause trouble for his mother, so he obediently accepted this statement.Even if the situation has changed, he still keeps in mind that Qi Wenyao is also sneaking.

The Ninth Prince heard Qi Wenyao's broken thoughts and nodded, "Yes, they didn't let me come over. I...I wanted to see you so much that I broke the rules. It's all my fault, don't blame Auntie."

"No one blames you." Qi Wenyao comforted, "The imperial palace is your home, you can go wherever you want."

The Ninth Prince nodded with a half understanding.

"Are you tired from running here? Sit down and have some snacks." Qi Wenyao took the Ninth Prince's hand and walked towards the table where tea and snacks were prepared.

The Ninth Prince was very polite, he hugged him to a higher chair and thanked him, and he also thanked him for taking the snacks he handed over.

Qi Wenyao completely understood Fu Yichen's intention to help at that time.Such a well-behaved child was actually regarded by the emperor as an ominous person, living helplessly in a corner of the palace.It is really distressing to experience the warmth and coldness of the world at a young age.

The Ninth Prince was eating snacks, and his curious eyes fell on the decorative paintings in the house.

"Don't talk about the book, let's bring the painting utensils." Qi Wenyao understood that the Ninth Prince liked calligraphy and painting, and asked the storyteller to step down.

The Ninth Prince's eyes lit up all of a sudden, "Brother Wen Yao, do you want to draw?"

"Draw together, okay?" Qi Wenyao remembered that the Ninth Prince liked to draw.

"Okay!" The Ninth Prince ate the snack immediately, waiting for the pen and paper to come up.

The Ninth Prince is young, without systematic training but has a rare imagination.Qi Wenyao let the Ninth Prince do his best, and occasionally gave pointers, mostly to teach the Ninth Prince small skills, and he didn't want children's unconstrained ideas to be restricted by the brushwork.

He seems to have returned to the time when he was in the interest class when he was a child, he was very happy, and he even forgot that he came here to meet Fu Yichen sooner.

When Fu Yichen entered the room, he saw the one big and one small concentrating on painting, and made a silent gesture to the court lady who was saluting.

The court lady was also clever, and she saluted silently, seeing what Fu Yichen meant and followed the order to retreat.

"Huh?" Qi Wenyao still noticed the footsteps, looked up, and met Fu Yichen's smiling eyes.

Eyes met, Fu Yichen's smile deepened, and his name was soft and tender, "Wen Yao."

Qi Wenyao smiled, "Hey."

They didn't say a word, the Ninth Prince shouted so loudly that the whole room echoed, "Brother!"

Fu Yichen withdrew his tired eyes a little, and returned a smiling face to the Ninth Prince, "Jing'er."

"Come and take a look." The Ninth Prince ran up, took Fu Yichen's hand and walked to the table, "I just drew it with brother Wen Yao."

Fu Yichen did not hesitate to praise, "Not bad."

After wandering around the painting for a while, his eyes fell on Qi Wenyao.Holding the Ninth Prince with his right hand, he held Qi Wenyao secretly under the table with his left hand, clasped it tightly, and rubbed the back of his hand with soft and light force.

A little itchy, itchy to the heart.

Qi Wenyao took a look at the innocent and innocent Ninth Prince, and inexplicably felt that the hand-holding interaction under the table was much more ambiguous than when it was upright.He shrank back as if he was stimulated, and used the movement of collecting things to hide his disturbed heart, "Are you tired? Sit down and have a cup of tea."

He panicked and rubbed the paint with his fingertips.

Seeing this, Fu Yichen took the hand towel next to him to help wipe, "I'm not tired."

It's not over once you pull it on.Fu Yichen didn't let go of Qi Wenyao's hand after wiping off that spot of paint, and approached it tightly while holding it tightly.

The Ninth Prince looked at them, dumbfounded.

"Jing'er is watching." Qi Wenyao reprimanded in a low voice, trying to get Fu Yichen to restrain himself.

Fu Yichen put down the towel and kept sitting side by side.Although they are close to each other, they are much more restrained than when they are hugged directly.If Jing'er was not around, Fu Yichen would probably have to take off his "soiled" clothes after wiping for a while.

The Ninth Prince didn't listen to their whispers and picked up the handkerchief.

Qi Wenyao was surprised, a little bit of joy: he used to be busy before, and he didn't bother to continue painting when the paint was stained. He was often called sloppy by his parents.Jing'er is so small, she looks fair and cute, seeing Fu Yichen approaching him, she thinks of wiping her hands, she needs to develop a good habit of paying attention to hygiene.

His gratification had just risen, and he was completely stunned by the Ninth Prince's next move.

The Ninth Prince also wiped his hands for him, his movements were similar to those of Fu Yichen, "I can also take care of Brother Wenyao!"

"..." Fu Yichen frowned, his expression a bit complicated.

"Thank you, Jing'er, I'll do it myself." Qi Wenyao hurriedly stopped him, so that the guy next to him wouldn't care about a child.

The Ninth Prince gave a bright smile, and asked Fu Yichen for praise with a proud face, "Brother, did I do well?"

Fu Yichen's smile was a bit forced, "Okay, Jing'er is really sensible."

"When my brother is not around, I can help." Ninth Prince Tong Yan Wuji said whatever came to mind, "I like brother Wen Yao the most."

Fu Yichen had no choice but to touch his head as a compliment, "Jing'er drew such a good painting, do you want to show it to Aunt?"

"Yes." The Ninth Prince was successfully tricked away, "Brother Wen Yao, can you take a look at my paintings next time?"

"Of course." After Qi Wenyao communicated together, he felt that the Ninth Prince was very intelligent and wanted to see some extraordinary paintings.

The Ninth Prince was happy, and finally gave him a hug before leaving, "Well! It's a deal!"

Fu Yichen was pushed aside, silently watching them embrace.

Qi Wenyao didn't care about Fu Yichen, who had a bad complexion, and waved his hands to watch. He watched the jumping child leave with a gratified smile, "It's so cute, and the painting is so good...Hey, what are you doing."

Seeing that the Ninth Prince had left, Fu Yichen couldn't wait to hug him, "I miss you."

He lowered his head and spoke in a muffled voice, with a hint of fatigue, which sounded pitiful.

Qi Wenyao also thought about it, but he couldn't change his tone of disgust.He hugged back naturally, and after being poked in the heart by these three words, he hugged him even tighter, and his tone became softer, "Let's rest."

Fu Yichen pushed forward, "Stay in the palace."

Recently, Fu Yichen has too many things to do: hold the princess's funeral, clean up the remnants who support the princess, give orders to Cen Ziyan to ensure that there will be no troubles in the crusade against the gangsters, and he must also take care of Enke's selection of talents.

Fu Yichen lived outside the palace and had to run back and forth, and wasted a lot of time if he didn't have a good rest.Anyway, the emperor fell ill and handed over his power, so Fu Yichen simply lived in the palace, but it was not so justifiable to seize the emperor's bedroom and choose a palace closer to the meeting hall to live in.

If Qi Wenyao wants to live, he must be with Fu Yichen.

"Ah." Qi Wenyao always felt a little inappropriate, "The matter is so close, they must have to report and ask for instructions..."

Fu Yichen chuckled, "What are you afraid of, everyone knows about our relationship."

"What I'm afraid of is that I won't be able to sleep well." Qi Wenyao glared at him.

Fu Yichen smiled instantly, "No, I have something to say outside."

Qi Wenyao reluctantly agreed, "I just promised that Jing'er would like to see paintings, so let's try staying for two days."

"Are you doing it for Jing'er?" Fu Yichen was serious, and he was not happy when he got the consent.

Qi Wenyao snorted, "For the sake of the child."

"He is not your child. There are many masters who teach painting in the palace, so don't bother you."

"I mean for you."

Fu Yichen frowned, "I'm not a child."

Qi Wenyao looked at his arms that were still tightly wrapped around him, "You look so worried that I might run away, how can you not look like a child?"

Fu Yichen snorted softly, but hugged him a little tighter without any further excuses.

Qi Wenyao was convinced, "Hey, you wouldn't really be jealous of Jinger just now, would you?"

"No. But don't push me aside in the future."

"Pfft." Qi Wenyao deliberately teased, "If you admit it, I will stay for a few more days."

Fu Yichen stared at him expressionlessly.

Qi Wenyao also looked back blankly, "It's fine if you don't admit it, I..."

Before the words finished, Fu Yichen nodded with a serious face.

Qi Wenyao smiled, and rushed over to give Fu Yichen a reward.Fu Yichen has always been greedy, asking for more, and hugging him to the back of the room.In the end, Qi Wenyao was put into the bath in a dazed state, and when he was lingering in the soft kiss, he suddenly wanted to push Fu Yichen into the water.

It succeeded, but Fu Yichen also pulled him into the water.

"You didn't intend to let me sleep well." He struggled to get up and wiped off the water on his face, cursing angrily.

"Yes, I was wrong." Fu Yichen still quickly admitted his mistake, and then did it again quickly.

With such a thick skin, Qi Wenyao didn't bother to scold him.He thought about whether to take a bite and leave a mark to embarrass Fu Yichen, but thinking that there are friends of Taifu Qi among the courtiers, he felt that it was not only Fu Yichen who was ashamed, but also himself.

"By the way." Thinking of this level, Qi Wenyao asked again, "If you have a letter of recommendation, will you really get a high score?"

"That's the examiner's business. Who did your father write a letter of recommendation for?"

"I don't know, but I think he will."

"Your father's vision is trustworthy."

"He's not here, do you need to flatter him?"

Fu Yichen smiled, "What I said is true. If he didn't refuse, I really hope that he is the examiner this time."

"He will definitely be bored if he stays at home for a long time. I'll ask for you when the time comes."

"You don't need to ask." Fu Yichen stretched out his hand and held him in his arms not to let him move, "Isn't it good to eat and play in the palace?"

Qi Wenyao looked at the empty space next to him and wondered, "If you insist on squeezing in with me, why waste so much water with such a big pool. I won't stay in the palace every day. I'll pay back in a few days." I want to see the house."

"Look at the house? Why." Fu Yichen's voice was originally lazy and hoarse, but he immediately became clear when he heard him say this.

"I'm burning too much money, and I want to do business with others."

"Is this other person Yu Shaoning?"

"Oh, you still remember him." Qi Wenyao smiled, "I sent secret guards to guard near his house. I originally wanted to protect him, but I met a creditor demanding debt... His family didn't give money to support him. The turnover is not working well, and I am too embarrassed to tell those painters that I have to bite the bullet and sell my collection to advance money."

"If you want to help him pay, that's all. Why go looking for a shop yourself."

"I'm happy. I used to see that I couldn't afford a house in the capital, and I had no motivation to live after calculating the mortgage. Now it's different. Selling paintings can buy a street. Of course, I have to have fun."

Fu Yichen was confused, "Where is the capital?"

"A place near my hometown." Qi Wenyao didn't bother to explain, "Anyway, don't ask, the house must be seen."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"If you go, it's not buying a house, it's land acquisition."

Fu Yichen was amused by his words, "I can change my appearance, without guards and officers and soldiers."

"Let's talk. Go together when you are free."

Fu Yichen was satisfied, because he was in a good mood, so he didn't drag him around in the bathroom.

Qi Wenyao finally had his meal, and as he ate, he remembered the gentle and obedient Ninth Prince gnawing on snacks, "Would Jinger eat with Concubine Zhao?"

"Well, the eldest princess passed away suddenly, and the emperor was so sad that he didn't want to see Concubine Zhao anymore."

"Who is it?" Qi Wenyao couldn't help scolding, "He always blames others."

Fu Yichen didn't pick up the words, and brought him some food, "Eat more."

"Okay." Qi Wenyao didn't want to say that the emperor came to spoil his mood, so he ate quietly.

After that, Fu Yichen went to deal with political affairs and asked Qi Wenyao to sleep first.Qi Wenyao was so tired that he didn't have the time to think about what Fu Yichen was talking about with his courtiers, so he fell asleep and was woken up in the middle of the night by Fu Yichen who was under the bed.

Fu Yichen covered him with the quilt, patted his head to comfort him, "It's me."

Qi Wenyao wanted to talk nonsense, but Fu Yichen figured out a way to appease him and told him to fight his eyelids all of a sudden, adjust his position so that he could continue to sleep.

The next day, when Qi Wenyao woke up, Fu Yichen had already gone to court.

Qi Wenyao washed his meal, and halfway through his meal, Wei Quan came over and asked, "The Ninth Prince is outside, do you want to see him?"

"See." Qi Wenyao said immediately, "Let him in."

The Ninth Prince changed into brightly colored clothes today, and his face became paler with fresh water.Compared to yesterday, the Ninth Prince was less restrained, he came up and called "Brother Wen Yao" and presented the scroll in his hand.

"You drew it?" Qi Wenyao praised without hesitation, "It's really good."

The Ninth Prince was quite modest at such a young age, "Brother Wen Yao, don't make fun of me, I just draw casually."

Qi Wenyao looked carefully one by one.The Ninth Prince has imagination, and mostly uses bright and colorful colors, and it is quite spiritual to smear it casually.Compared with the calligraphers and painters of this era, Qi Wenyao's aesthetics is different, inexplicably showing a bit of abstraction.

In addition to this fresh look and feel, he also discovered the memory of the Ninth Prince's painting.

Many of the paintings in it are about the emperor.For example, in a view of the garden, the master who taught the nine princes to paint would talk about the artistic conception of the high autumn air, and feel that the people in it are too detailed and different from the whole, but Qi Wenyao knows that the key point is the person.

Because that person was the emperor whom the Ninth Prince hid in the corner.

There are also branches protruding from the roof of the palace, an unseen leaf blown by the wind, and the world looking out from the hole in the damaged courtyard wall... Others don't know what it means, but Qi Wenyao understands that it is the Ninth Prince's desire for the outside world .

Qi Wenyao was heartbroken, "Jing'er, when will you leave Dingkang Palace?"

The Ninth Prince answered honestly, "Two days ago."

Sure enough, the Ninth Prince had to wait for Fu Yichen to take power before he could leave the cage that the emperor circled.

Qi Wenyao felt distressed, and patted the head of the Ninth Prince, "Do you want to see Father?"

"I want to, but they said..." The Ninth Prince didn't continue, looking down at his fingers.

Even in the palace, the Ninth Prince could not meet his superstitious and prejudiced father.Suffering so much, resenting his father but couldn't help wanting to see him, the appearance of the Ninth Prince is exactly the same as that of Fu Yichen when he was a child.

Qi Wenyao remembered it in his heart, didn't ask any more questions, and talked to the Ninth Prince about painting.

At night, Qi Wenyao raised it with Fu Yichen, "Jing'er wants to see the emperor."

Fu Yichen was not surprised, "I know."

"Do you think it's better not to see?"

Fu Yichen faced him face to face, and said softly, "Yes, father is crazy."