King Yan's Canary

Feng Qing put down the water basin and respectfully kowtowed to him: "My lord, my son, he has no shoes..."

Xiao Zhen froze in place suddenly.

That invincible heart seemed to be smashed to pieces after hearing these words.

He suddenly remembered that after Wen Ruyu's shoes were thrown away by him, he got a pair of shoes for him during the banquet, and never got them for him again.

I have rough skin and thick flesh, and it is extremely uncomfortable to go barefoot, let alone his thin skin and tender flesh?

What's more, it's still cold today?

Deeply blaming himself, when he saw Feng Qing, who looked like he had nothing to do with him, he suddenly became angry again, vented all his rage on him, and scolded: "Then what do you do, you dog slave? ? The king arranged for you to serve others? Huh? Is the salary usually paid to you low? Why don’t you give him two pairs of shoes?”

Feng Qing only feels wronged, more wronged than Dou E.

Slowly kowtowed to him again: "My lord, it's not that this subordinate is reluctant to part with money, and this subordinate also thought about buying a pair of shoes for the young master, but..."

He secretly raised his head, glanced at the angry man, then quickly lowered his head, hesitant to speak.

"Just what?"

Xiao Zhen suppressed the urge to kick him away, his body was as cold as a hard stone.

Feng Qing was trembling, risking his head to move, and explained: "It's just that the prince is really too stingy, and the subordinates are afraid that the prince will... and say that the prince has an affair with me, so the subordinates dare not!"

After saying "Bang bang bang!" Knocked his head three times until his forehead became red, and if he touched it again, his skin would probably break.

Xiao Zhen: "..."

Xiao Zhen was so angry that he jumped up: "I am stingy?! Are you sure?!"

Feng Qing didn't dare to answer, holding her mouth shut.

Xiao Zhen was about to explode: "It is obvious that he himself is like a goblin, hooking up with men all day long, and you still call me stingy?"

While frying, he kicked up and kicked the water basin next to Feng Qing away!

Unexpectedly, he forgot that he was barefoot, and what Feng Qing was holding was an imperial water basin of inkstone, which was not only thick, but also engraved with intricate and charming patterns.

With this kick, the water basin was kicked flying, but his feet didn't feel good, and he kicked his thumbnail up.

The pain made him grit his teeth for a while, but he held on with a dark face, and said angrily to Feng Qing, who dared not kick, "Why are you still kneeling there? Why don't you get out and prepare shoes for him?"

"Yes, my lord!"

Feng Qing stepped back in a hurry, thinking that he had to prepare a heavier water basin next time.

……

After Xiao Zhen took a shower and changed into clean clothes, Zhan Feng had prepared braised noodles and apricots, and Feng Qing had prepared two pairs of new shoes and socks.

Xiao Zhen walked in front, and Zhan Feng and Feng Qing followed him with trays.

Wen Ruyu was still lying on the bed, she turned her head when she heard the sound, and when she saw it was Xiao Zhen, she turned away angrily and hid herself under the blanket.

Xiao Zhen was so angry that he walked over a few steps, grabbed his bare arm and pulled him up instantly, "Get up, eat."

Wen Ruyu was thrown into a trance by him.

I don't know if I cried again, the corners of my eyes were a thin layer of red, as if I had deliberately picked on rouge, and I resisted with a hoarse voice: "I don't want to eat it!"

Obviously he was angry, but from Xiao Zhen's point of view, he was undoubtedly acting like a baby on purpose.

He casually pulled a robe and draped it over his back, ignored his protests, and directly hugged him to the table, like hugging a doll.

Feng Qing hurriedly took advantage of the time when he put him on the chair, and stuffed a soft cushion under it.

Xiao Zhen was a little funny, and when he let go, he pinched Wen Ruyu's round buttocks heavily, "Does your butt hurt? Is there a cushion for you?"

Wen Ruyu didn't want to talk to him, she pursed her lower lip lightly, raised her eyes inadvertently, and saw the stewed noodles and apricots on the table.

The marinade is rich and sticky, and colorful vegetables and fresh meat are wrapped in it, showing a very appetizing color, even if you take a little breath, it will be full of fragrance.

The skins and cores of the apricots were also removed, and the yellowish nuts were cut into small petals and arranged into a beautiful flower arrangement, crystal clear and mouth-watering.

Wen Ruyu stared blankly for a long while, then raised her slender eyelashes for a long time, held her breath and raised her eyes to look at Xiao Zhen, "How can there be apricots in this season?"

"Just kidding, who is this king? A living king who can go up the mountain of knives, go down into the sea of ​​fire, and won't deform after entering the oil pan! Even if he goes to the underworld, the real king of Hades will have to call me grandpa! Just a few apricots , how can it be difficult for this king?"

Xiao Zhen's face was full of arrogance and self-satisfaction, but he said in his heart: Even if you have a little conscience, you also know that there are no apricots in this season.

You know, this king got it back for you after going through a lot of hardships.

Feng Qingsheng, who was on the side, was afraid that Wen Ruyu would not know how hard it was for him to pick it back, so he interjected in a low voice: "My lord, the lord has really worked hard for you. In order to pick these apricots, not only did the shoe run away, but also fell into the apricot. cesspit..."

"Pfft!"

Wen Ruyu just picked up the cup, spit out a sip of water, and looked at Xiao Zhen with wide eyes in disbelief, "You...you really fell into the cesspit?"

"How is it possible? Don't listen to this little slave talking nonsense! Who is this king? How could he fall into the cesspit?" Xiao Zhen gouged out Feng Qing's eyes, wishing to sew his mouth shut!

He brought noodles to Wen Ruyu again, "Okay, okay, don't let the cesspit have no cesspit, it will affect your appetite, hurry up and taste it, is it as delicious as your master's cooking?"

Wen Ruyu picked up the chopsticks and picked them obediently.

The smooth and tough noodles were wrapped in dipping sauce, and slowly inhaled the delicate and light-colored lips. After completely sinking in, the red tongue, which lacked a sharp point, stuck out, licked the sauce on the corner of the lips, and quickly retracted into the mouth. Chew lightly.

Xiao Zhen's mouth felt parched.

Uncontrollably rolled down Adam's apple.

With a deep voice, he asked, "How does it taste?"

Wen Ruyu picked up the prepared silk handkerchief and wiped her mouth, her drooping eyelashes couldn't hide the wetness at the end of her eyes, she nodded one by one: "It's okay,...it smells like a master."

Xiao Zhen had a cold face, and a feather floated in his heart.

Lightly, silently, without pain or itching, it just brushed past softly.

"Then eat a little more, and eat the apricot after the noodles."

"Ah."

Wen Ruyu still lowered her brows and asked casually, "Has your lord eaten?"

The question made Xiao Zhen's eyes freeze. Is he... caring about me?

He raised his legs calmly and shook them leisurely, "This king watches you eat."

Feng Qing didn't care too much, and interjected: "My lord hasn't eaten yet, and the dinner arranged by the kitchen hasn't been touched yet."

Xiao Zhen turned his head to look at him, his eyes were cold: "You don't feel uncomfortable after being kicked, do you?"

Feng Qing was frightened: "I'm sorry, my lord, it's my subordinates who talk too much!"

"Get off! Don't be an eyesore here!" Xiao Zhen picked up a teacup and threw it at him violently!

"Yes, my lord!"

Feng Qing was not stupid, he stretched out his hand to hold the flying teacup, and ran away in a hurry.

Xiao Zhen turned to Zhan Feng who was like a wooden stake without saying a word, "Guard Zhan, don't you feel that you are a spoiler?"

Zhan Feng was taken aback for a moment, and immediately clasped his fists together: "This subordinate bids farewell!"

Wen Ruyu didn't know why he sent these people away, raised his eyelids and looked at him for a while, then pushed his face over: "Why don't you eat some too?"

"Are you kidding me, this king will eat what you have eaten?" Xiao Zhen looked disdainful.

Wen Ruyu pursed her lips slightly, not bothering to pay attention to him, and continued to eat noodles with her head buried.

Xiao Zhen stared at him without turning his eyes, the more he looked at him, the more greedy he became, and the more greedy he became, the more he thought about it, and finally couldn't help it anymore, "Leave some soup for me?"

Wen Ruyu almost didn't spray the table, but obediently pushed the noodle bowl and chopsticks over, "There's still some noodles."

Xiao Zhen was not polite, picked it up to eat, and laughed while eating, "It's so delicious!"

After eating, the two shared the apricots.

It was quite sour, Xiao Zhen lost the taste after eating a small piece.

However, Wen Ruyu ate happily, her eyes were so sore that they curled up.

Xiao Zhen laughed: "So so sour? You can't be, you have the seeds of this king, right?"

"cough……"

Wen Ruyu was choked by his words, coughed a few times, and the tears were choked out, pointing to her red eyes like shining stars, "My lord, I'm a man..."

Xiao Zhen smiled and sipped some tea, resting his hands on his knees leisurely, "If you can have children, will you leave a seed for me?"

Wen Ruyu was startled, but she also answered decisively: "No."

"Don't even think about it?" Xiao Zhen raised his eyebrows.

Wen Ruyu smiled shallowly: "Don't think about it."

Xiao Zhen's eyebrows twitched, he scooped up the remaining apricots on the plate with his big hand, and ate them all in one bite.

Really sour.

My heart is sore.

……

After eating, Xiao Zhen was not in a hurry to go to bed, and took Wen Ruyu to the study for the first time.

"Can you write?"

He asked him, while pulling out a book that had been dusty for a long time from the bookshelf, without looking back.

Wen Ruyu shook her head: "I can only write a few simple things."

"Can you recognize all the characters?" Xiao Zhen patted off the dust on the book cover, revealing the words: "Sign Language Analysis".

The book cover was dusted, revealing the silver leather paper, which dazzled the eyes when it was illuminated by the light.

Wen Ruyu turned her face away, didn't look at it, and replied calmly: "It's a little difficult and I don't know it."

Xiao Zhen looked up the catalog with Wen Ruyu on his back, turned a page, tore it off, and put it in the middle of another book.

After doing all this well, I handed the sign language analysis to Wen Ruyu, "Look for yourself, and ask me if you don't understand."

"……Um."

Wen Ruyu lowered her eyes and smoothed her eyebrows, and took the book with both hands, feeling very heavy.

His fingertips trembled.

The night wind came in from nowhere and made the candlelight tremble.

The shadow of the candle swayed, shaking Bai Wenruyu's thin and tired face, like a butterfly struggling to die in Lindong, and finally lost even the strength to flap its wings.

Xiao Zhen was inexplicably upset for a while.

Strangely, he reached out his hand and rubbed his long hair that fell on his temples, "If you are wronged, just cry."

Wen Ruyu knocked off his hand, and smiled with red eyes: "Is it meaningful for the prey to cry in front of the hunter?"

Xiao Zhen shrank his pupils.

Looking at him with breathless breath, the light in his pupils faded little by little until it became dim.

There was a severe pain in the heart for no reason, and the hand opened by Wen Ruyu also stopped in mid-air.

After a long time, he rubbed the face of the dispirited man again, and his tone was calm and calm, as if spring water had melted away the cold and hard shell: "Yu'er, I'm sorry..."