"Huh?" Xiao Chengjun looked back at him unclearly.It was cold outside, and the two lay down on the soft collapse of the Nuan Pavilion and hugged lazily. Lou Jing was holding a hand of the emperor at the moment, playing with it in his palm, while the emperor was drowsy with a piece of amber nougat.
Lou Jing put his chin on the top of the emperor's head and rubbed it, "It was when I was six or seven years old, when I entered the palace for the first time and saw you in the Royal Garden, don't you remember?"
Xiao Chengjun chewed the candy in his mouth and swallowed it, and looked at Lou Jing with sparkling eyes. For such a long time, he still remembered, "Is there anything else?"
Lou Jing's eyes showed a little disappointment. He had remembered things for so many years. It turned out that Xiao Chengjun had forgotten them. "Well, my mother took me into the palace and left me and a group of honorable children in the Royal Garden. At that time, you were wearing The apricot-yellow shirt stood with his hands under his hands, and his face was tight." As he said, thinking of the pale and tender little prince who pretended to be deep at that time, Lou Jing couldn't help but chuckled and kissed the emperor's cheek. Dear.
Xiao Chengjun pinched his chin, pursed his lips and chuckles, "If you dare to hold the prince and not let go, you will be the only one for so many years."
Lou Jing was taken aback, seeing the joke in Xiao Chengjun's eyes, and was immediately overjoyed, "Do you remember?"
"Of course I remember..." Xiao Chengjun was a little absent, and slowly looked away.
In fact, Xiao Chengjun's record is far clearer than Lou Jing's. At that time, he had just been appointed the crown prince. Seeing that he was sad every day because of his younger brother’s affairs, Queen Ji summoned the noble sons of Jingzhong who were similar to his age into the palace, saying that he would let him see the nobles of Jingzhong. , Lay the foundation, in fact, to let him play with the children and relax.
But the upright prince really thought it was to accumulate contacts, so he stood on a small hill to observe the group of children secretly, and found that almost all the children listened to the words of the particularly good-looking child, and he understood that Lou Jing was the leader of a group of children. To capture the thief first capture the king, to gather a group of forces only need to gather the leader who responds. Therefore, the young Xiao Chengjun took out a nest of silk candy.
"Here, here you..." The little prince stretched out his hand, with a nice-looking Wo Si Tang in the white and tender palm of his hand.
Lou Jing, who had just had a fight with someone, looked at his hands as white as bunny buns, and then at his little dirty hands. He quickly took a small kerchief from his sleeve and wiped it, before reaching out to take it. After sugar, I grabbed the white bunny buns by the way.
This grip is willing to let go. Lou Jing has played with so many children. No one's hands are as touchable as those of His Royal Highness. He seems to have gotten a novel toy. Open that little hand, for fear of someone snatching it.
Seeing the red ears of the people around him, Lou Jing couldn't help but chuckle, biting a red ear, this kind of childish buying, in the eyes of Xiao Chengjun today, is really embarrassing, no wonder he didn't want to admit it at first. , Just about to make a joke, I heard him go on to talk about the details of that day.
"You are pulling me to play marbles and catch crickets. I have never played those games." Xiao Chengjun rested Lou Jing's arm, his eyes full of nostalgia. That day, it was really the happiest day when he was a child, he played like an ordinary child so unscrupulously, he was hidden in his heart, secretly aftertaste for many years.
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The Submissive Emperor
Romance君为下 status : 99 chapters + 4 ( complete ) author : Lu Ye Qian He Lou Jing was beaten half to death by his father, then forced to enter the Eastern Palace. Becoming the Crown Prince's Consort meant that he was no longer the Duke's heir apparent. His...