Fu Sichen himself was awake.

He just felt that she was awake and walking in a hurry. He was afraid of being suspected by her, so he could only pretend that he was asleep. He opened his eyes with some difficulty under her touch:

"Um?"

Bao'er frowned and looked at him, with some worry in his eyes:

"Why are you sleeping here? It's so cold. It's not like we haven't prepared a room for you. You'd better go back to sleep and don't stay here."

After a brief drowsiness in his eyes, he gradually became sober: "What about you? Why are you awake?"

"I--"

She couldn't help but think of the weird dream she had just now.

She dreamed that Fu Sichen seemed to come to her and call his name, saying that he missed her, and even kissed her. Moreover, the touch was very real and not annoying at all.

A strange blush suddenly appeared on Yuan Bao'er's face, and his expression became increasingly unnatural: "I'm going to sleep now!"

Fu Sichen raised his eyebrows, and when he saw this expression, he felt as if he had thought of something:

"You're dreaming."

It's an affirmative sentence, not a question.

Yuan Baoer's face turned redder and he subconsciously touched his face.

Did she show it so obviously?

Being guessed, she still waved her hands irritably: "No, no! I'm not dreaming, so don't wait at the door. I'm going back now, so you can go to bed quickly." After that, she turned and left.

.

Fu Sichen blinked slowly, recalling her slightly shy expression, and raised the corners of his mouth.

So cute.

-

In the morning, Jiang Muchen and Yuan Baoer ate at the same table, and their eyes glanced at the young man next to her from time to time.

From the beginning of this meal until now, his eyes have never stopped.

Yuan Baoer glanced at him impatiently:

"Brother, stop looking. If you look again, can you still see the flowers?"

Jiang Muchen took a breath and replied with disapproving eyes: Why can't you see the flowers?

He nudged her with his elbow, leaned over and whispered:

"I really have never seen anyone who looks so similar in this world. Is he Fu Sichen's son?"

"That guy keeps saying that he likes you, and he also said that when you were eighteen, you were married to a famous matchmaker, but it turned out that he had a son behind his back? Isn't this ridiculous? Isn't this deceiving our relationship?"

Fu Sichen was not deaf. When he heard this, he immediately looked at him impatiently:

"I don't have a father, please don't make any comments."

Jiang Muchen choked and pursed his lips, somewhat dissatisfied:

"It's best to have nothing to do with him."

Fu Sichen looked away directly and indifferently.

Twelve years have passed, and even Ranran has grown a lot, but this guy still has the same temper and is so stupid.

Just at this moment, Rong Yu arrived: "Sorry, I'm late. We can go into the palace."

Bao'er nodded and stood up to see Fu Sichen hesitate again.

You shouldn't bring too many people into the palace.

Zhizhi has been following her for a long time, knows the etiquette in the palace, and will not do anything wrong when the time comes.

But she had just picked this boy up. She was afraid that something might go wrong, so she said to Fu Sichen carefully:

"Don't go with me, wait for me at home."

Fu Sichen was startled when he heard this and felt very unhappy. However, seeing that Yuan Baoer had no ill intentions, he pursed his lips as if begging her:

"I want to follow you."

He took a step forward and said softly: "Just let me follow you, I can't stay here any longer."

The tone is still very soft.

Just this young boy with rosy hair, his eyebrows furrowed, and he begged pitifully for her, no one else could have resisted her.

Yuan Baoer helplessly raised his forehead, "Okay."

She has always been soft-spoken but not tough-minded, and she seemed to have figured out the temperament of this child whom she had just met for less than a day.

The atmosphere of communication between the two people would appear completely different in the eyes of others.

Jiang Muchen showed a little surprise and looked at Fu Sichen carefully, as if he had seen a ghost:

"You're quite a clingy kid."

Fu Sichen glanced at him leisurely and replied expressionlessly:

"Your Highness, the Fourth Prince, it is right for a slave to be clingy. She is the slave's master. If not her, who else can she cling to?"

Jiang Muchen choked, wondering what the truth was, got up and left.

Yuan Baoer followed closely behind. Just when Fu Sichen wanted to follow them, Rong Yu suddenly called him.

"breeze."

He paused in his steps and turned back calmly.

There was not much respect between his eyebrows.

There wasn't even a word of "servant".

He just looked at Rong Yu quietly.

But Rong Yu was not angry either. He held that inviolable noble posture with a cool smile on his lips, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of ridicule:

"Sometimes, the duty of a slave is to listen to the master. Just do what the master tells you to do."

Is this to remind him?

Fu Sichen raised his head slightly, his face was slightly green, but there was no trace of fear.

Although he was dressed simply, his aura had already overshadowed Rong Yu's.

As they looked at each other, sarcasm came out of their eyes. Fu Sichen tilted his head, with a hint of provocation:

"But as a slave, sometimes it's better to do your duty."

Rong Yu: "Then your duty is to be obedient."

"My duty is to stay with him and protect his safety."

Rong Yu said: "That was done by the guards, so you don't need it, right?"

"But I am a man." Not wanting to say any more to him, Fu Sichen leaned towards him seemingly respectfully:

"My servant is going over first."

Rong Yu squinted his eyes and looked at his leaving figure, the smile in his eyes gradually dissipated.

It gradually became clear like a fog, and the light in his eyes also became sharp.

Wangyu beside him tsked softly and tightened his grip on the sword at his waist:

"Master, this kid is really too arrogant, I should teach him a lesson!"

"Why are you trying to teach him a lesson? His master hasn't spoken yet, so why are you anxious?"

Compared to the impulsive Wang Yu, as a prince, he could still control his bowels, but the unhappiness in his heart became more and more obvious:

"What's more, this guy is a smart guy. If we argue with him, it will make us look stingy."

Wangyu frowned, pouted in disgust and snorted:

"Then let him continue to be so frivolous? If he doesn't take you seriously? I don't have that much stomach!"

"If this kid continues like this for a long time, he will definitely not stay with her for a long time. This kind of temper will offend people sooner or later. He doesn't worry about it himself. Why are you anxious?"

To comfort himself, Rong Yu raised his head slightly and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"Yuan Baoer has recently offended Prime Minister Song, and her life in the imperial city will definitely be difficult. No one here can help her, only me. No matter how arrogant others are, it is useless."

Thinking this way, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

-

In the palace hall, Yuan Baoer and Jiang Muchen stood in the center.

The civil and military ministers stood on the left and right of the two of them, looking at them with admiration and respect.

The emperor on the throne slightly lifted the red jade bead on his crown, saw the appearance of the two people clearly, and laughed in appreciation:
Chapter completed!