Chapter 247

Not with the prince, Fu Yan realized and quickly lowered his head. He was so flustered that his hand was so tight that it broke the spout.

"Should my highness say every word twice?" Xiahou Yajun doesn't mean to blame, but she was born with a chilling tone.

This strange atmosphere made Fu Yan's upper and lower teeth tremble. He kept nodding, "yes..."

"Ah It's not... " Fu Yan is going to cry. What is he talking about.

As if with a sigh, Xiahou Yajun said, "come up."

"Yes, slave." Fu Yan lowered his head and climbed up with both hands and feet.

Just holding his feet, he saw the man's cold and solemn face from a close distance. Fu Yan retreated in a panic and was about to fall off the sedan chair.

A pair of big hands immediately encircled his waist, and Shengsheng carried him into the sedan chair.

Fu Yan's face is now buried in the man's arms, clearly hear his heartbeat. He didn't forget that the man had recovered his intelligence and was the third prince who was not near.

The atmosphere is very dignified, the air is full of awkwardness.

After swallowing his saliva, Fu Yan organized the language: "I don't know why the third highness let the slave come up..."

Holding him in her arms again, Xiahou Yajun feels that the empty position in her heart has been enriched. After deeply sniffing Fu Yan's breath, Xiahou Yajun releases him.

Thin lips light open, he only simple two words: "like."

Fu Yan feels that his heart stops suddenly. He still doesn't quite understand what Xia Hou Yajun means by "like". But I don't hate him.

The sedan chair behind him was knocked suddenly. Fu Yan's easily frightened constitution was covered tightly by a big hand just as he came up with a sound.

Xiahou Yajun said, "you can start."

"Yes

The sedan chair moved gently, while Fu Yan was still in the sedan chair covered by a man. He looked at the man with big eyes, puzzled. Fu Yan pointed to his covered mouth and said, "Oh..."

Xiahou Yajun let go, and then she sat in her seat and kept silent. He looked down at his hand, full of Fu Yan's saliva and sweat. His expression was a little reluctant and a little disgusted.

Fu Yan of course also noticed, he boldly asked: "slave to help you wipe your hands, OK?"

The man nodded.

But the next second, Fu Yan wanted to slap himself. There is nothing in this sedan chair that can be used to wipe hands. You can't let the man wipe the car curtain directly.

After thinking about it, Fu Yan untied his outer shirt and tore a little bit of the inner one. He raised his eyes embarrassed and said, "I hope your highness doesn't dislike it."

He came to wipe the man's hands before he put on his coat. Between the shaking of the sedan chair and the shaking of himself, the clothes were more and more open.

Xiahou Yajun obviously sees Fu Yan's deep clavicle, and his eyes gradually sink.

After wiping the man's hand, Fu Yan gathered his clothes and sat in the corner nearest to the entrance of the sedan chair. Sure enough, it's much more comfortable here than outside. It doesn't need to bask in the sun or walk by itself.

But even if there was no sun, Fu Yan would be thirsty in a short time. He touched the kettle on his waist and opened it carefully. When he was drinking with his head up, the kettle dropped two drops on his lips.

This is moisten a lower lip, completely can't solve thirst. Fu Yan lost his face, closed the kettle and kept licking his dry lips.

Then a full kettle was thrown at his feet by the man. Fu Yan is a little surprised. He takes a quick glance at Xiahou Yajun's direction.

"What's this?"

Man impatient mouth: "you always so stupid?"

Fu Yan bowed his head and pursed his lips. He opened the man's kettle, opened his own, and poured some water into his own.

Careful to drink a mouthful, Fu Yan can be satisfied. He was a little surprised when he put the kettle in.

Did he drink his own kettle just now? How could he feel that the water in his kettle was more than that of the man?

At this time, the kettle was snatched by the man. Fu Yan saw that he also raised his head and drank several mouthfuls with his lips close to the kettle.

If he had just drunk the third prince's kettle, what is the intention of the third prince's practice now. Fu Yan blushed and slowly closed his water bottle. His mind was in a mess.

I'm thirsty and I'm in such a comfortable sedan chair. Fu Yan leaned against the sedan chair and unconsciously closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The wheel rolled to a big stone, causing the sedan chair to shake. Fu Yan, who was asleep, immediately fell down to the bottom of the sedan chair. Fortunately, the man was quick to hold his body.

Fu Yan leans in the arms of Xiahou Yajun. He reaches out to hold the man's waist and rubs it.

Xiahou Yajun has a palpitation. He hugs Fu Yan more tightly. Those days I heard that Fu was ill, but he couldn't walk out of Zihui hall because of his father's insincere concern day and night.It was not easy to use the 15 Prince's affairs to separate the father from the emperor. According to the eunuch in charge, this funny little girl didn't need him to look for her, so she sent her to the door by herself.

He is so happy.

Xiahou Yajun bowed her head and gently covered Fu Yan's lips, tossing and turning. He didn't raise his head until the person he was kissing almost lost his breath and snorted.

Fu Yan opened his eyes slightly. When he saw how intimate they were, his heart beat violently.

"How could I..."

Xiahou Yajun starts first, "it's your highness that you took the initiative to hold."

Fu Yan'er's roots became red. He exited from the man's arms and kowtowed his head and said, "I'm a slave. Please forgive me."

"Do you really want to die?" A man's voice is full of magnetism. He speaks slowly, but his words are as cold as ice.

Fu Yan looked up and cried, "Your Highness..."

Fu Yanyi's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Unexpectedly, Xiahou Yajun smiles. When he smiles, he is a little naive, just like the coquetry smile he gave to Fu Yan in those days.

There was a clear smile in his words

and he lowered his voice: "my highness is in a good mood today, so I made a joke with you."

Fu Yan's brow slightly frowned for a while, and his eyes could not hide his anger. He continued to huddle in the corner of the sedan chair, quietly.

Noticing that the little eunuch was in a bad mood, Xiahou Yajun coughed a few times and said, "what's your name?"

"Xiaoyanzi."

Xiahou Yajun asked, "how many people are there in my family?"

Fu Yan said: "the slave has no family..."

Whether it is the original Fu Yan or the world's Fu Yan, he is an orphan.

Xiahou Yajun doesn't ask.

The words he had prepared in his heart went round and round on his lips.

He wanted to say to Fu Yan: now you have it.

The sedan chair stopped and the groom said, "Your Highness, the hunting ground is here."