Xiao Jiu

Chapter 21

71.

The little prince has a clear mind, even if Mr. Yan doesn't say anything, he can guess the rest.

Yet he sat quietly and said nothing.

When Master Yan saw that he didn't say anything, he felt even more reluctant.

In the past, he only knew that the little prince was born to laugh and lived a heartless life, but later he realized that he just didn't reveal the pain in his heart to outsiders easily.

He hid all his thoughts in his heart, and only cried secretly in his sleep until late at night.

Lord Yan's chest was churning, he really wanted to hug his little prince, but he saw the little prince lowered his head and carefully stroked his scar.

"Does it still hurt?" the little prince asked.

"It doesn't hurt. I fell ill a few days ago because I was on the road and didn't rest. Now it's all right."

The little prince nodded, kept moving his hands, and then asked: "Are you serious about what you said in the letter yesterday?"

"Yes." Lord Yan answered firmly, so serious that he almost swore to the sky.

However, in the next second, he was stopped by the little prince: "But I heard you calling his name that day. You never told me that you liked him."

Lord Yan's heart sank.

72.

Lord Yan and the emperor were like brothers when they were young, and occasionally they would call each other by name when they were playing around, but as they got older, Lord Yan realized something he shouldn't have, and since then he only dared to secretly recite it in his heart.

That day, he thought that the assassin was going to take the emperor's life, but he shouted out in desperation.

That love is a secret that Mr. Yan has kept in his heart for many years. He originally thought that now that he has another place in his heart, he can let it slowly rot in his stomach in the future, but he didn't expect to be discovered by the little prince.

Although he had suffered physically for the little prince, he also stabbed him severely in the heart at the same time.

Lord Yan couldn't tell whether it was distressing or guilty for a while, he hugged the little prince into his arms, kissed his hair gently and said over and over again: "I'm sorry..."

Sorry for not recognizing my heart earlier.

Sorry for not telling you earlier.

73.

The little prince sniffed and complained in a small nasal voice, "You never called my name."

Master Yan immediately followed suit, hugged him and called, "Lianhong, Lianhong..."

The tone was too gentle, the little prince was numb from being shouted, his face really turned red, and he wriggled out of Lord Yan's arms, not allowing him to shout again.

The little prince changed the subject: "Tomorrow's New Year's Eve, this prince agrees that you come to my residence to eat dumplings."

Master Yan smiled and said, "Okay."

The little prince said seriously: "Don't get me wrong, you cheated me first, and I didn't intend to forgive you. During the winter solstice, you treated me to a meal of dumplings, and now I treat you just as an ordinary courteous reciprocity."

Master Yan held back his smile: "I understand, my lord."

72.

On New Year's Eve, Lord Yan finally passed the gate and entered Prince Rui's Mansion openly.

Everyone sat around the table to make dumplings like on the night of the winter solstice. The little prince's skills had not improved compared to before, so he simply gave up doing it himself and sat obediently watching others make dumplings.

Lord Yan raised his head in the middle of the package, just in time to meet the young prince's burning gaze, the young prince turned his head away quickly, pretending not to care.

Master Yan didn't say anything, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

In the evening, the little prince ate copper coins for his first dumpling, which heralded a good omen for the coming year. Although I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement by some people, the little prince was still very satisfied.

73.

In order to please the prince, the servants of the palace bought a lot of fireworks from the market in advance.

The little prince could rarely enjoy this kind of folk firework show in the palace, so he lost himself in excitement all of a sudden, and pulled Mr. Yan to rush outside to watch, unaware that he was holding Mr. Yan's palm.

The fireworks bloomed slowly in the air, the little prince looked up at the fireworks, and Lord Yan looked down at the little prince.

The little prince's lips parted slightly, and he could see the spirit.Master Yan could also see the spirit, and couldn't help kissing her.

The little prince was startled, but he didn't push away. He quietly closed his eyes, enjoying the moment of tenderness between his lips and tongue.

The lips parted as soon as they were touched, the little prince's eyes were wet, and there was quite a bit of criticism in his mouth: "You blocked me from watching the fireworks."

Lord Yan apologized and said, "My lord, let's see, I don't want to disturb you."

Master Yan stepped back half a step after speaking, the little prince bit his lips in disappointment, the fireworks in the air kept changing, but he felt that they were no longer as dazzling as before.

The little prince fought in the bottom of his heart for a moment, then quietly pulled Lord Layan's sleeve: "It's better to continue to disturb."

Master Yan's mouth turned up slightly, he held his hand tightly and stopped teasing him: "You can kiss me anytime you want, but fireworks only come once a year."

"But I like you more." The little prince whispered.

The straightforward affection was still as unexpected as before, just because that love never faded.

Fortunately, Lord Yan would not hesitate this time, he held up the young prince's face devoutly, and kissed it deeply.