Chapter 246

Fu Yan sighed heavily. He couldn't persuade her to climb up like this. He was worried. How could the female master meet the male master like this.

After a meal, Fu Yan wanted to shoot himself: how can he always think about these things.

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Fu Yan's illness in to water under the Shu's medicine, almost good, he is the first time to come to Zihui palace with a food box. He is afraid that he hasn't come these days, and the man is starving.

However, when Fu Yan came to Zihui hall, he found that he could not get in. There are not only a lot of servants here, but also Zihui hall is luxurious.

Fu Yan stood not far away and heard the sound of some steps. Looking up, the man who used to play with mud was already sitting on the sedan chair. His handsome and deep eyes are no longer so silly, but a little sharp. The whole body sends out is the cold breath of condescending.

Xiahou Yajun got out of the sedan chair and walked straight into Zihui hall without looking at Fu Yan. But Fu Yan tightly grasps the food box, in the heart sends cold. It seems that the man doesn't know him.

"I heard that the third prince recovered a few days ago."

"It's a blessing for a fool..."

"It's not. At the same time, the prince of the 15th century doesn't know what's going on. He can't stop himself from beating himself."

"And then?"

"What else? He hurt himself badly. He could have been saved, but that day the emperor came and got angry. No one dared to save him, so he went."

"Ah..."

Has the man recovered?

So he will never step into Zihui Hall

Is that right?

Fu Yan looked at Zihui hall deeply. He wanted to see the figure of the man, but the figure was good. But he couldn't see anything except the maids and eunuchs.

"Xiaoyanzi, what are you doing here?"

Fu Yanjian, the eunuch in charge, immediately saluted and said, "the slave is well. I want to be a servant, and then..."

"And then it turns out you're not needed here, are you?"

Fu Yan nodded stiffly.

"Go back to the Qing palace shop with me, third highness. I don't need the servants of our West factory to deliver meals in the future."

Fu Yan turned his eyes and took a look at Zihui hall. Then he kept up with the eunuch.

Is he really not going to have a chance to have sex with a man

The annual hunting around Yingshan.

The whole Qing palace shop is busy preparing for the hunting ground. When the emperor was happy, they got a lot of rewards.

Among these active people, one is listlessly chopping firewood, and without soul, he is stuffing firewood into the fire. That man is Fu Yan.

He hasn't talked to Xiahou Yajun for a month. Even though he often wanders in Zihui hall and meets men, they are just like strangers.

Far away, Fu Yan is still a humble eunuch at the bottom of the valley. He can't even hope to see Xiahou Yajun.

Fu Yan suddenly felt lovelorn.

He was bored with firewood, and even the smell of things could not attract him.

"In this hunting, we need to select some eunuchs from our western factory to serve those imperial concubines and princes. If the concubine and the prince like it, the salary is much higher than that of being an official in the palace store of the Qing Dynasty. "

"Well, if you don't think about it, it's like accompanying a tiger with a king. The concubines and princes are not the same. When the master gets angry, his life may not be in his own hands. "

Fu Yan listened to the gossiping of several eunuchs. Then he shoved Chai Tong into the fire, got up, wiped his hands and walked out.

It's really lucky that he met the eunuch in charge as soon as he went out. Fu Yan put all the silver that he had worked as a messenger in the palace into the pocket of the eunuch in charge. Sincere way: "slave has a thing to ask."

Originally, he was the manager who wanted to call Fu Yanlai to do things. He was very patient and asked, "what's the matter?"

"It's about the prince hunting. Can I go there?" Fu Yan immediately added: "the slave swore that all the rewards he received would be given to his father-in-law."

The manager laughed. This is the best of both worlds. He pretended to be reluctant to say: "Xiaoyanzi should be so looking forward to it. Well, my father-in-law, I will help you this time."

Fu Yan was surprised and said, "Duke Xie."

The manager patted the things in his pocket, listened to the clear sound, and laughed happily. He said, "I'm not going to do it again."

"Certainly."

Fu Yan didn't know what bad luck he had. He was arranged to serve the third prince. Although he was following the sedan chair outside the sedan chair at the moment, he couldn't help but feel happy when he thought that his beloved was in the sedan chair.

However, the weather of this summer Marquis country is always different in the morning and evening, and the wind is very little. The hot sun in the sky makes the human body lose water. Fu Yan is as fast as an individual.

Fortunately, on the way to waiying hunting ground, the trees grew luxuriant and cool when the wind came. Fu Yan doubted that most of the people in the palace were not for hunting, but for summer.I don't know what's wrong with this body. There are always some weak chickens. Fu Yan's original excited pace was not long, but his pace slowed down. He seems to be suffering from heatstroke.

So much so that he didn't notice the sedan chair beside him and the curtain slightly opened. When the man's cold eyes see his appearance.

"Stop the car." All of a sudden, a low, cold voice rang out.

When the third prince opened his mouth, the men grabbed the horses and stopped the sedan chair. Although we set out together, there will certainly be some slow and some fast on the way.

It's not unusual to park the sedan.

"Take the horses to quench your thirst." The man who served the third prince closely ordered.

He tilted his ears, then said, "and no one can get near the sedan chair until the third highness opens his mouth."

Then, the third prince's people were basically scattered. Fu Yan was not far from the sedan chair, drinking from his own kettle and looking at the sedan chair.

The curtain was lifted slightly and invisibly, and the man's deep eyes looked straight at Fu Yan's neck, and the scene that the endless water flowed along his neck and into his collar.

"You, come here."

When Fu Yan put down the kettle, he saw the man lift the curtain completely. He looked at him with a serious look and spoke. Fu Yan flurried up and completely forgot that the kettle had not been closed. The kettle fell to the ground and splashed all over him.

Fu Yan is about to cry. Every palace member has only one small pot of this water. There is still a certain distance from the hunting ground. He will die of thirst.

The man looked at Fu Yan's stupidity, and his tone was even colder: "you, come here!"

Fu Yan immediately recovered, picked up the kettle and went forward in a panic. When he arrived at the sedan chair, he bowed and said, "I'm here. What's your order?"

"Come up."

Fu Yan looked up at him in amazement, "ah?"