Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 929: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

Xiao Fuzi responded to Lingyao with the same explanation as he had given to the other tutors before.

After all, the teachers sent by the Imperial Concubine are all the same. They might even wish that the Crown Prince would be sick every day and not have to study. Generally, after saying this, they would leave soon.

However, he never expected that the female official in front of him was still standing there, and even tilted her head to ask him.

"What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Xiao Fuzi had never been asked such a question before and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

He didn't know whether he should tell Lingyao about the Crown Prince's situation. After all, she was sent by the Imperial Concubine. Although she seemed to be nice to the Crown Prince yesterday, it might be a pretense. After all, she had only been in the Crown Prince's Mansion for two days.

While he was still hesitating, the other party had already moved.

"Mrs. Shang Gong, Mister Shang Gong! You can't barge in like this. Although you are His Highness's teacher, without His Highness's consent..."

Before Xiao Fuzi could finish her words, Lingyao pushed the door open and walked in.

The light in the house is very dim, and even during the day, you need to light a candle to see things clearly.

Only when the door was pushed open could light pour in.

Lingyao took a quick glance and discovered that each window in Xuan Yanjing's bedroom was equipped with openable wooden panels, and at this moment, all those panels were tightly sealed.

Seeing the door already opened, Xiao Fuzi, who was standing by, was powerless to save the situation. She could only try her best to explain to Lingyao, "Your Highness doesn't like light when he goes to bed. It makes it difficult for him to fall asleep..."

Before Xiao Fuzi could finish her explanation, a wooden object came out from the bulge on the bed, hit Lingyao's feet, and bounced back up.

"roll!"

A roar followed.

Xiao Fuzi was so frightened that her whole body was trembling, and cold sweat flowed down her forehead, soaking the loose hair at her temples.

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince treated him well on weekdays, Xiao Fuzi was still afraid when he got really angry, especially since he had done a poor job today and allowed the people arranged by the Imperial Concubine to break into His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's bedroom!

Xiao Fuzi couldn't help but touch his head to see if it was still there.

He was so frightened by His Highness's roar that he just wanted to run away. Before running away, he tried to drag Lingyao away, but he couldn't pull her away at all. He simply gave up and thought, forget it, everyone has their own life.

Does Concubine Wen think that she has nothing to be afraid of because she was arranged by the Imperial Concubine?

But she didn't think about it. If she really offended His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and His Royal Highness did something to her, the Imperial Noble Concubine would at most just be a replacement pawn. What could she do to His Royal Highness?

Xiao Fuzi didn't care and just got away as ordered.

Lingyao walked in, picked up the wooden tiger that bounced twice on the ground, closed the door slightly, and walked over.

Lingyao stood beside the bed, but did not make a sound. The whole world in the room seemed to be immersed in a bowl of cool water, and even her breathing became slow.

Until the person in the quilt couldn't breathe anymore, his head popped out from the quilt, his hair was a little messy because of the quilt, his face was gloomy, and his originally beautiful and watery eyes now seemed to be covered with a layer of dust.

It covered up his original colorful appearance and turned him into gray.

Xuan Yanjing pursed his lips, his voice muffled in his throat, as if he was holding a piece of unmelted ice.

"I told you to get out, don't you understand? You want to die, don't you?"

He was like a hedgehog with sharp spines standing up, trying to hurt everyone who approached him, in order to drive them away and protect himself.

Lingyao placed the wooden tiger sculpture in her hand on the table beside her. Not only was she not scared away by the hedgehog's prick, but she also touched the sharp quills of the hedgehog to see if they were real or fake.

Xuan Yanjing was stunned.

Because in this room that had returned to darkness again and was not lit by candles, he could feel the warmth of the candle and the brightness of the candlelight.

She raised her hand and touched his hair.

Just that one touch, as light as a feather brushing across water, yet he felt the skin on his scalp and cheek suddenly come alive, burrowing through his veins and into his heart, bringing with it a delicate itch. He subconsciously curled his fingers, wanting to grasp something, but afraid of making a noticeable movement, his fingertips froze in mid-air, and he even forgot to even his breathing.

"what are you doing?"

Finally, Xuan Yanjing heard his slightly hoarse voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, as if in a dream, the fingers he had just wanted to grab returned to his forehead.

It's cool and very comfortable.

Just like her voice, it was like spring water just out of an ice cellar, with a hint of coolness and clarity.

"See if you have a fever or where you feel uncomfortable?"

Her voice slipped past my ears, like broken ice hitting a jade plate, crisp, and the lingering sound lingered in the air for a long time.

It hit Xuan Yanjing's eardrum again and again.

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around, his eyes looking elsewhere, his lips still tightly pursed, and he only squeezed out the words "I'm fine" from his throat.

The voice was hard and stiff, like a frozen stone.

"Get up if you're alright."

Xuan Yanjing didn't expect Lingyao's attitude to change so much. She was coaxing and touching him just now, but he felt embarrassed for a while and his tone was stiff for a while, and she actually became so cold!

Xuan Yanjing tucked his head into the quilt a little to prevent her from having another chance to attack him, and then he also imitated her indifference.

"I can't afford it."

Xuan Yanjing thought that when he did this, they would either ignore him and obey him, or coax him to get up for some other reasons. He wanted to see what Lingyao would do.

Which path will you choose?

As a result, Lingyao waved her hand and opened a path for herself.

When Xuan Yanjing's quilt was directly pulled away, he was still confused.

Because when Lingyao grabbed the quilt, he couldn't hold on and swayed and fell several times in the quilt, and his head felt a little dizzy.

And this female official declared to him coldly and ruthlessly while holding up the quilt.

"If you don't get up, I don't mind carrying you out like a blanket."

"You, you dare!" He stretched his neck and shouted, his voice half a centimeter higher than usual, but the ending tone was faint and floating, as if he was blown by the wind and couldn't stand steadily.

He didn't know where to put his hands and feet. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and twisted them again and again, pretending to look elsewhere as if nothing had happened. However, his eyes had no fixed place. Finally, they landed on a little tiger wooden sculpture beside him, and then he suddenly looked away as if he had been burned.

Just because she didn't care that she threw the wood carving at him and even picked it up.

He tolerated her insolence!

Xuan Yanjing finally got up from the bed.

He opened his palm towards Lingyao and said, "Give me the quilt."

Lingyao saw him get out of bed, listened to him, and handed him the quilt.