Green tea sick beauty just wants to be a salted fish

Yu Hanzhou ordered someone to tidy up the east wing, but Fu Cheng thought it was a certain bedroom on this cruise ship, and didn't pay much attention to it.

After he came across, he has been living in the painting boat. The painting boat is parked on the Hengjiang River. Occasionally, when the weather is bad, the water surface is choppy, and it is common to be awakened at night.

However, perhaps it was because the boat was designed and built by Yu Hanzhou, with advanced technology, and the interior furnishings were extravagant and luxurious, with everything available, Fu Cheng didn't feel any discomfort living there, and he never thought about going back to land.

At this moment, Fu Cheng was nestled in a soft wheelchair, her cape had already been taken off, and she was only covered with a thin quilt.

There is no charcoal-burning basin in the house, but the surroundings are warm as spring, and there is a steady stream of heat steaming from the ground, as if a kang was burned underneath.

Seeing that Yu Hanzhou was busy instructing the hidden guards, Fu Cheng turned his head and looked around.

This room is elegantly furnished in a typical northern style. There are extremely precious calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls. Not far away is the desk, covered with a cloisonné enamel unicorn paperweight.

The unicorn looked lifelike at a glance, its craftsmanship was excellent, and its color was a beautiful bright blue, which made Fu Cheng look at it for a while, and finally resisted the idea of ​​going over to take a closer look.

I didn't pay attention when I first came in, but now I found out after a closer look that this room looks like a study or something.

Fu Cheng looked away, holding Yu Hanzhou's black gold ebony folding fan in his hand, looked over and over for a while, and then tried to open the fan.

It's just that no matter how hard he tried, the folding fan didn't move at all, except that it looked like a closed fan, it was really like a piece of ebony.

Fu Cheng suddenly felt that maybe there was no secret in this folding fan at all, it was just a piece of precious wood, otherwise why didn't Yu Hanzhou rush to take it back?Also let him play casually.

Just as he was thinking, Yu Hanzhou came back after explaining the matter, turned around and sat talking with Fu Cheng.

Men ask questions about daily living and eating habits, such as...

"What flavor do puffs like?"

"What are you playing secretly when you don't sleep at Haishi?"

Lian Fucheng seldom sleeps at night, occasionally sitting up after dreaming, and asking Chunxi "When will Dad pick me up?" Yu Hanzhou asked him all over the place.

Fu Cheng listened quietly, but was too lazy to explain everything in detail, and only gave simple answers.

Yu Hanzhou asked him "what kind of soup do you like to drink" and "the truth about how you arranged with Chun Xi last time", Fu Cheng only answered the first one, and ignored the second one.

"Drink pickled cabbage and fish soup."

"Huh? And then?" Yu Hanzhou noticed it and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Fu Cheng put her cool fingers on the stove to cover it, and turned her head to pretend not to hear.

Yu Hanzhou laughed angrily at him, snorted, raised his eyebrows slightly, and came over to grab his hand.

Fu Cheng hurriedly hid, but was still grabbed and dragged.

The big hand with well-defined bones wrapped around Fu Cheng's fingertips, and when it was balled up, he easily kneaded the boy's entire hand into his palm and held it, making it scalding hot.

This behavior was somewhat ambiguous, but the man slightly hooked his lips as he wished, staring at Fu Cheng's face with pale eyes, and solemnly commented: "It's very soft, like water."

"Uh..." Fu Cheng didn't expect Yu Hanzhou to say such a thing, her eyes widened slightly for a moment, and she reacted anxiously and wanted to pull her hand back anxiously.

This is so wrong.

But Yu Hanzhou held him very tightly, and didn't pinch him. It just made him unable to move. He changed his position lazily, and rubbed his palm with his callused fingertips. fist, and just wrapped Yu Hanzhou's fingers in it.

He couldn't help breathing a little short of breath, and his face was slightly pink, obviously unable to bear the itching.

But Yu Hanzhou stared at the young man calmly, and even smiled at him: "Aren't your hands cold? The truth is to warm you up."

"You..." Fu Cheng felt that this person was so shameless and uncomfortable being rubbed, so she turned her wrist and did not move, so she couldn't help but pursed her lips, and said submissively: "I'm not cold anymore."

"It's not cold anymore?" Yu Hanzhou asked following his words, sticking his fingertips to his palms, implying, "Do you have the energy to talk to me?"

Fu Cheng couldn't help but glared at the man, and said: "You are making trouble out of no reason, what you asked... You let the guards follow me all the time, you know it yourself, and you have to ask me again."

Yu Hanzhou suddenly laughed loudly, and after he finished laughing, he put away his cynical look, and said to him very seriously:

"But the truth is that I know everything about you from other people's reports, and I have never heard you tell me with my own ears. Seeing you speak so well, you are so close. Don't you think so?"

"You..." Fu Cheng was left speechless by the flirtatious question, and it took a long while before he said slowly, "You are so weird."

Yu Hanzhou laughed, and finally let go of bullying him, and helped Fu Cheng cover the thin quilt, saying: "I thought you would just call me an apprentice, a hooligan, and a scoundrel."

"It's a bit bad." Fu Cheng nodded, only feeling that the hand that was rubbed just now was very hot, and had to cover it with the other hand to cool down.

He was covered with a quilt, and Yu Hanzhou couldn't see his little movements, so he quickly dragged the boy's wheelchair to him and asked him one question after another.

"The last time I woke up from a dream holding the blood jade, what did you call me?"

Fu Cheng didn't want to answer, and was afraid that he would do something more extreme than before, so he had to say lazily: "Bodhisattva."

"Tell the truth." Yu Hanzhou looked at him.

Fu Cheng reluctantly admitted: "The savior."

"Well, you promised to follow the truth, but do you know what will happen later?" Yu Hanzhou lowered his voice.

Fu Cheng looked at him suspiciously, wondering if someone had assassinated Yu Hanzhou too?

"You mean, it might be dangerous to follow you?"

"Uh..." Yu Hanzhou froze for a moment, then smiled, "No. It's safe to follow the truth."

"What do you mean?" Fu Cheng didn't understand.

Yu Hanzhou stared at him, got up and moved closer, as if he was about to reach out to touch him, but suddenly there was a soft knock on the door behind him.

"My lord, Your Majesty announces that you go to the cabinet."

Yu Hanzhou paused for his outstretched hand, then put it down again, straightened up and asked, "Where are the things I asked you to prepare?"

"It's all done, can my lord announce it?"

"Send in."

A group of maids filed in.

Yu Hanzhou picked up two puffs with chopsticks and put them on the plate, then turned his head and handed them to Fu Cheng, coaxing him:

"Try all the different flavors, but don't eat too much to fill your stomach. After eating, go back to rest with the maid. The truth is going to the palace, and I will come to see you later."

"Yeah." Knowing that Yu Hanzhou was a busy person, Fu Cheng obediently accepted it without asking.

He picked it up, but Yu Hanzhou still didn't leave. He sat on the side and watched Fu Cheng slowly dug sweet cream into his mouth, swallowed carefully, then poured him a new cup of hot tea, and walked away. up.

……

As soon as this room went out, the waiting maid knelt down on the ground.

Yu Hanzhou didn't talk too much, he just ordered with his eyes lightly: "Serve carefully, and report immediately if there is anything, don't make up your own mind."

Everyone respectfully agreed.

After the man transferred to another ship with Jinganwei, Gao Zhifang saluted and said:

"When I was rushing my lord to go to court today, that person was waiting at the Xuanwu Gate. Only when my lord got a temporary letter to pick up the little prince and changed his route, I didn't meet him."

"Where are you still chasing?" Yu Hanzhou didn't care.

"I went to the prime minister's mansion, but I didn't go in. I waited for half an hour, and when I heard that something happened to the queen in the palace, I rushed back." Gao Zhi said, "Maybe, I will go later. Uncle Guo didn't stop me either. "

"Got it." Yu Hanzhou said indifferently.

Gao Zhi bowed and said yes, and waited for the tall and tall figure in front of him to sit back in the chair casually, holding the memorial for a closer look, Fang raised his head slightly, and took a sneak peek.

But I saw the man who was talking and laughing at Fu Cheng just now, his eyes were as pale as some kind of extremely ferocious beast, and his complexion didn't fluctuate in any way, as if he didn't care about what he heard just now.

Gao Zhi hurriedly lowered his head, and his heart became a little more vigilant.

It seems that the matter between the young prince Fu and the adults should be kept a secret, so as not to find anyone who is not good at it.

Just as he was thinking, a man's low voice came from in front of him.

"I won't go back to the prime minister's mansion tonight, and send someone to prepare."

Gao Zhi was surprised, and hurriedly confessed: "My lord, except for the east and west rooms where the eldest son lives, you just said the day before yesterday that you want to change them. The construction has not yet been completed, and the furnishings of the rooms next to it are different after all."

"So you can go wherever you live, want me to teach you?" Yu Hanzhou's eyes were cold.

"The subordinates don't dare, so let's do it." Gao Zhi tactfully shut up, and retreated, but couldn't stop howling in his heart.

This Fu Xiaoshi looked ignorant, and he didn't even understand being molested, so he lived in the same room, and he was afraid that he would suffer when the time came.

The author says:

High value: I won't say who suffers.