Xiao Jiu

61.

There is only one wall between Prince Rui's Mansion and Master Yan's newly bought house. At night, after everyone in the mansion fell asleep, a tall and tall figure quietly crossed the wall and landed firmly in the backyard.

Master Yan patted the dust on his body, frowned slightly, and thought that the guards in the palace were too lax, and he had to remind the little prince to be more careful another day.

Lord Yan entered the little prince's wing effortlessly from the window sill. In the incense burner in the room was burning incense that soothes the nerves and aids sleep. It was Qiaoqiao who lighted it because he was afraid that it would be too cold at night for the little prince to sleep well. The little prince smelled it every day. To sleep with this fragrance.

Master Yan walked to the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed, did nothing, just looked at the little prince sleeping soundly, and didn't leave until it was almost dawn.

Every night after that, Lord Yan would appear in the little prince's room.

He found that the little prince didn't sleep well, sometimes he would punch and kick in bed, and sometimes he would cry sadly.

Master Yan leaned closer to listen, and only heard three words clearly: Brother Yan.

Master Yan's whole heart was tightened, he carefully lifted the quilt of the little prince, lay down beside him and hugged him tightly.

Later, when Qiaoqiao was cleaning the house, she found that the incense in the incense burner had been burned out, Qiaoqiao was delighted: "It seems that the little prince has gotten used to the climate here recently, and he can sleep well without incense .”

The little prince sat on the head of the bed holding the hand stove, smiling and not speaking.

62.

In the evening, the little prince had another nightmare, in which he returned to the night when he was assassinated in the palace.

Lord Yan fell heavily in front of him, he was terrified, even more afraid than knowing that he might be silenced by the emperor.

Without hesitation, he used all his strength to carry Mr. Yan on his shoulders, and then walked towards the Imperial Medical Hall on the muddy snow.

That day, he walked for nearly an hour on a road that could have been covered by a stick of incense.

He sprained his ankle when he was pushed to the ground by Mrs. Yan before, and every time he took a step, there would be a sharp pain in his ankle, but he didn't dare to cry, he was afraid that he would not have the strength to support himself to the imperial medical hall after crying.

There are faint breaths coming from his back, that is his whole world, even though he just learned that this whole world does not belong to him.

The little prince who was immersed in his sleep was sobbing slightly, with tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.

Lord Yan's heart was pricked again, and he couldn't help but put his lips on the young prince's brow, gently comforting him.

The warm touch made the little prince gradually stop sobbing, but Master Yan learned to be dissatisfied, and moved his lips down little by little, towards his eyebrows, his cheeks, and finally grabbed his lips. His lips, carefully kissed.

The little prince woke up from the kiss, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Master Yan let go of it, and called out softly, "Xiao Jiu..."

The little prince said with a sullen face: "It's better to call me prince, you are disrespectful."

63.

The little prince sternly declared in front of Lord Yan that he was not allowed to come again in the future.

"What if we come again?" Lord Yan asked.

The little prince didn't think about how to answer, he hesitated and pretended to be fierce: "If you come again, just... I will move the palace away!"

Although there was no deterrent effect, Master Yan still cooperated and said: "Don't dare."

Lord Yan did not show up the next day, neither knocked on the door during the day nor came to accompany the bed at night.

The little prince couldn't sleep again, and the bed was a bit cold, so he called Qiaoqiao up to turn on the stove.

The little prince huddled under the blanket and hugged himself, thinking that since he was so fierce that day, Lord Yan might have returned to Beijing.

As soon as the little prince opened the door at noon the next day, a pigeon flew in from outside. The pigeon raised its legs towards the little prince, revealing a roll of letters.

The little prince untied it to read, and wrote in the letter: It will snow heavily today and the weather will be very cold, so the prince should try not to go out.Yan Heng.

On the third day, the pigeon sent another letter: Today there is a seller of candied haws outside the palace, the taste is better than the one in the capital, the prince can try it.Yan Heng.

On the fourth day, the pigeon came again, this time it flew a little slower, flying high and then falling twice, the little prince thought the pigeon was injured and hurriedly checked, only to find a small piece of wood was tied to the pigeon's leg, and there were carvings on it. a little rabbit.

The carving technique is a bit blunt, much clumsier than the ones collected by the little prince before, so the little prince reluctantly accepted it.

On the fifth day, the pigeon came a bit late, the little prince had been waiting for a while, he hurriedly took off the letter paper, there were only four words on it:

I like you.