A family is missing

Early in the morning of the second day, when the prince woke up, he realized that there was another person waiting in front of him.

The legs and feet are not flexible.

Still a mute.

Everything remains the same, as if the escape, theft, and interrogation never happened.

Except for a bowl of medicine for getting up early, and a ribbon in front of my eyes.

Oh, and the disappearing Ringling.

From this day on, the little mute lived in the outer room.

Even if the prince is wearing a ribbon in front of his eyes.

The little mute knew that the prince would involuntarily look for him, look at him, and occasionally realized what he had done and turned away suddenly.

When the prince looked at him, the little mute would also look back without making a sound, for fear of waking him up.

As for the prince, he couldn't tell if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that someone was watching him.

There are only two living people in this room. If it wasn't for the little mute, they probably must have been haunted.

Let him see it, and when I can see it too, it’s a big deal to look back.

cough cough.

The little mute saw Wang Ye blushing inexplicably, and couldn't help touching his forehead.

The prince was suddenly startled by the touch, and immediately avoided it.

"It's too hot in the house, go and open the window."

The autumn tiger is listless, just crawling outside the window; as the deadly enemy, the autumn wind is always by his side.

When the little mute slapped the ground with his right hand, his wrist bones were dislocated, and he couldn't use much strength right now.

As soon as the wooden window was pushed open a crack, it was blown away by an evil wind, and it couldn't be pulled back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa-

The convective wind blows papers all over the desk.

After all his life, the little mute will probably never forget this scene.

A tree covered with red leaves happened to be exposed in the opposite window, and the paper was blown by the wind and danced in the sunlight. The prince looked dazed and flustered, and happened to have a piece of paper falling in front of him, with two words written on it repeatedly. rice paper.

pick it up.

Autumn sound.

This is the best handwriting he has ever seen.

The prince tapped his hands on the desk a few times, and hurriedly said: "Go out, go and find the butler. You don't need to pick up things. Go!"

He didn't know if the little milk dog would obediently obey his master's words, but he heard the sound of Qiusheng's footsteps going out after closing the window on one side.

He was so flustered that the lord turned around and bent over without even turning around the corner of the table, bumping into it until his hips were blue.

The little mute stood outside the window and watched, feeling as if he was the one who bumped into the corner of the table, grinning in pain.

Gradually, the papers fell on the ground, on the table, and on the chairs and stools.

The prince also fumbled all over the room in a flurry, straightened up and counted the papers in his hand.

Frowning slightly, he said to himself, "There is one missing."

Talking and groping around.

The little mute looked at the picture in his hand, then at the prince who almost knocked over the vase, and several obstacles in front of him.Stretching through the window, amidst the noise made by the prince, gently put the paper on the long table under the window.

In the end, the butler was found inexplicably, and then dismissed inexplicably.

Go back and look for a three-foot-long paperweight, the prince wants it.

What's the matter!

Lying on the bed at night, the prince couldn't help recalling the messy practice papers.

I don't know if the little mute saw it or not.

Oh, he should be illiterate.

But why so careless.

It's all that damn wind.

Tomorrow the housekeeper should have the windows nailed down.

He probably doesn't know what I wrote.

Hey!

The little mute listened to the prince tossing and turning in the room.

At first, I wondered if I drank too much okra soup for dinner and had to wake up at night.

Later, I thought about whether the medicine boiled in the morning should be thicker.

Finally, I couldn't help but think of that piece of paper.

It says Autumn Sound.

A lot of autumn sounds.

What about other papers?

Will there be a little mute, a little bell, and a little milk dog?

Thinking of this, I am not only laughing at myself, but also really lacking in people's hearts and endless desires.

The next day, the prince got up early and drank the soup listlessly with big dark circles under his eyes.

I didn't follow the sound of the little dumb all day.

The prince himself has a guilty conscience, so he looks like he has no energy.

But the little mute knew that this fatigue was due to the effect of the medicine.

Even the butler asked carefully how the little mute would cure the prince's eyes and why.There is no explanation for the little mute, I can only say that I will never harm the prince, I put my life on this, and I will see it in half a month.

The little mute thought that the butler should be able to handle it, but the prince really won't have an easy time.

I never thought about it, but the prince didn't care, never cared.

The two got along very well.

Even the ribbons on the eyes have never been removed under the repeated supervision of the little mute, even when sleeping.

The days passed by.

Vaguely, the prince felt that he seemed to have a little sense of light.And the little mute seemed to notice it, and changed the ribbon for a thick cloth calmly.

In the past few days, after listening to Mr.'s storytelling, I always feel dizzy and flustered.

Since the little mute knows it well, he must also know the other effects of the decoction.

The prince endured alone without saying a word.

Sure enough, the little mute would stretch his forehead and eyebrows and massage the sides of his skull every day before taking a nap and going to bed.When I first started using it, I still felt occasional pain like needle pricks, but after a few strokes, I felt relieved until I fell asleep.

The symptoms of heavy head are gradually reducing.

But this is not a good sign for the prince.

When a pair of dexterous hands rubbed his body lightly and heavily, even though it was on his head, he still couldn't help but fantasize about it.

The prince not only missed falling asleep quickly a few days ago.

at last.

On this day, during dinner, the prince told the housekeeper to prepare two jugs of wine later in order to enjoy the moon.

Nearly a month has passed since August [-]th.

However, the housekeeper dared to be angry and dare not speak out. The prince did not drink and started drinking mad, even he himself was afraid.

In the end, the housekeeper sent his servant to a household in a foreign country to buy two pots of burning knives, and replaced them with wine jars filled with daughter red, and sent them to the prince.

Burning a knife is not as mellow as my daughter's Hongyan, and the mouth is like swallowing fire.

The prince rested his hand on the lid of the jug, the mud seal was not dry yet, he secretly guessed that something was wrong.

When the flagon was opened, the smell of wine was pungent.

Speaking of which, this kind of spirit is strong enough to strengthen the courage.

After drinking three cups, he forced the little mute to sit down and drink along with him.

Che Jilu talked five cars, which was more than the sum of what he had said to the little mute during this time.

The little mute couldn't help persuading him, and went to pick up the wine glass.

He stretched out his hand but took nothing, and touched the sleeve of the prince.

The prince couldn't help laughing and said: "I can't see clearly without drinking, you are very drunk."

The little mute ignored him and drank by himself.As a result, it was so spicy that it choked my throat in just one bite.

The prince put one hand on the man and said with a smile, "Little fool, you have to drink like me."

Tilting his neck, he took another cup.

The prince was blindfolded, so he couldn't tell how drunk he was at this moment.

The little mute couldn't help thinking, is the prince's eyes just peach blossom eyes? I don't know how many women's hearts he will capture after regaining his sight.

Hey.

I don't know if you will recognize me in the future.

The little mute took another sip of the wine glass raised by the prince, but he didn't taste any indescribable taste, but felt refreshing, from the beginning to the end, it was refreshing.

No one to talk to and no fun to drink.

The prince pulled the man to him, and couldn't help but touch the little mute's eyes again.

Wet.

"Spicy like this? It's so spicy."

As he said that, he couldn't help but kissed lightly.

The lips covered the wet eyes, and even the trembling of the eyelashes could be felt.

"When I can see, I want to see how big your eyes are, and whether they look like little milk dogs."

The prince stroked the face of the little mute, getting closer and closer.

"Now, let me taste if it's... so spicy."