Ning Shu's expression changed to one of surprise as she looked over.How did Han Xi know that he didn't like mangoes.As if sensing his question, Han Xi met his gaze. He was tall. Even when seated, he w...Ning Shu pursed her lips, but her cheeks were flushed.

Especially he was lying down, unable to see what was happening behind him. Especially his underpants were taken off, and a chill ran down his back.

The prince's hand was still on his wound, applying the medicine evenly.

He didn't know if it was Ning Shu's illusion, but he always felt that the prince's fingers were intentionally pointing towards the inside. He couldn't help biting his lower lip and wanted to remind the prince.

She can't speak again.

The prince is a priceless treasure. Doing this for him has already made Ning Shu feel incredibly honored, if he asks for more, it would be ungrateful.

Ning Shu had no choice but to speak up to the Crown Prince, dividing her attention: "Your Highness, it's best if you let the servants handle this. This kind of thing shouldn't trouble Your Highness with your own hands."

The prince's hand lightly stroked his wound, saying in a sweet voice, "Are you embarrassed, Ning'er"

Ning Shu didn't speak, anyone being stared at in the rear would feel a little embarrassed.

He lay there, speaking softly: "...I just don't want to soil your hands."

"The prince, however, smiled and said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. If you feel uncomfortable, you can just look at mine." He whispered, with a hint of nonchalance.

But his fingertips, though seemingly accidental, brushed against a certain spot.

Ning Shu was stunned, his face flushing red.

He couldn't help but shrink back, but the prince didn't notice anything amiss. He still lowered his head and when he spoke, he breathed on his skin: "Ning'er was born fair."

"None of the concubines in the harem could compare to her."

Ning Shu pressed the strange feeling in his heart down, he pursed his lips and said: "I am a man, naturally I cannot be compared to those noble ladies, Your Highness please do not make fun of me."

"I feel they are not even one-tenth as good as you."

The prince picked him up affectionately.

Ning Shu quickly pulled on his breeches, blushing as he stayed in the prince's embrace. The prince avoided his wound and asked again, "Does it still hurt"

He shook his head gently.

The prince's touch just now, gently kneading the wound, had lessened the searing pain considerably.

Hearing this, the prince said: "It was my oversight. You needn't learn to ride this horse. After the spring hunt, you can ride with me on the same mount."

Ning Shu was surprised.

If he were to ride the same horse with the prince in public, who knows how people would gossip about it.

He shook his head gently and quickly said, “Your Highness, I still want to learn.”

The Crown Prince said, “You can learn, but you have to wait for your wounds to heal. I will personally teach you. After I've taught you, you can ride a horse.”

Ning Shu quickly agreed. He thought it was simple, just riding once and wanting to learn himself. Falling down was also his own carelessness, not someone else's fault.

....

Because of her injured rear, Ning Shu had been resting on her belly in the Prince's Hall for over an hour.

I don't know when.

Lord Liu came in from outside, holding a pot of soup.

This soup, he said, was ordered by the prince from the imperial kitchen. It's all nourishing and good stuff.

Specifically prepared to help Ning Shu recuperate.

Ning Shu couldn't help but purse her lips. In fact, since she came to the Crown Prince's residence, the Crown Prince had been very kind to her. No one would believe it; she was just a tutor.

The companion won't be raised as a pampered delicate flower, looking like tender mutton fat.

The boy was raised with the utmost care, it was obvious that he had been well-provided for.

After Liu Gonggong finished speaking, he added: "This soup is still hot. The Crown Prince will be back in a little while and will share it with Young Master Ning. I'll go down first."

After he finished speaking, he withdrew.

Outside the palace gates, Ning Shu would be waiting. When the Crown Prince returned, he only needed to hear the sounds from outside to know. He lay on his bed, and when the Crown Prince walked in, he picked him up and carried him to the table.

But the people in the palace had long since become accustomed to it.

They all hung their heads, not daring to look any longer. They still remembered the fate of the maid who had dared to look too long.

Ning Shu sat in the prince's arms.

The prince scooped up a bowl of soup and then brought it to his lips.

Ning Shu took a few sips, and she found that the soup was quite delicious and rich. She just didn't know what it was made of, although it tasted good, there was a faint flavor to it.

Not unpleasant, but not particularly pleasant either.

Only the rich aroma of the soup overpowered this taste. Ning Shu drank a bowl and a half, but couldn't drink anymore.

The prince finished the remaining half bowl of wine that he had been drinking.

Ning Shu's eyes widened slightly, at a loss. The prince actually drank his leftovers He felt a complex mix of emotions, but also a twinge of nervousness.

He thought the Crown Prince was too good to him.

Ning Shu sometimes felt she wasn't like a companion reader, more like... She couldn't quite put it into words.

After finishing the soup, those were taken away. The prince was the prince after all, naturally there were still other things to be busy with. Ning Shuchi walked barefoot on the soft wool rug, the brace on his ankle swaying gently with his movements.

His feet were incredibly white and beautiful, especially with a red cord tied around them, giving off a somewhat seductive charm.

Anyone who sees this scene will be unable to look away.

It's a pity that no one in the palace appreciated it. They knew of the prince's terror, and they wouldn't even dare to glance at him, let alone look closely.

Ning Shu's wound had healed quite a bit, he walked up to the door of the Prince's Hall. Liu Gonggong heard the movement and then lowered his head to ask: "Young Master, do you have any orders for me"

He pondered for a moment and then said, "Master Liu, do you know what kind of soup that was just served"

Mr. Liu smiled and said, “It's a fresh horse meat soup brought in from outside the palace.”

In fact, this wasn't brought in from outside the palace, but it was the prince himself who killed his own prized warhorse. This magnificent, priceless steed, which the prince had cherished for years, was slain by his own hand.

When Liu Gonggong saw blood splattered on the prince's face and saw him carrying the meat, his legs went weak and his body trembled. He almost fainted.

The young master before him remained blissfully unaware, but Liu Gong knew exactly what the Crown Prince was thinking. He thought to himself, "I must not offend this young master, or I won't know how I died."

Ning Shu, however, was unaware of Liu Gong's thoughts. When he heard that it was horse meat, he was a little taken aback.

I thought it was a bit of a coincidence, but when I heard it was shipped from abroad, I didn't think much of it.

He thought of that strange smell and couldn't help but ask: "Why haven't I seen any horse meat"

Liu Gonggong said, “The Crown Prince ordered that a broth be made using the most nourishing parts of a horse. Everyone knows what the most nourishing part of a horse is. If young master wishes to eat horse meat, this servant will inform the imperial kitchen to prepare it for you.”

Ning Shu quickly said, "No need."

He has already had soup, so how could he possibly eat horse meat now

Only Liu Gonggong said the most nutritious part, but after thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out which part it was.

...

It was late at night. Ning Shu lay in bed, and fell asleep sometime during the hazy twilight.

When the prince returned, he still had a hint of the night's chill on him.

Ning Shu sensed someone approaching him and opened his eyes. He saw a face as beautiful as a fairy, the Crown Prince intimately hugging him from behind. The incense in the hall was burning.

He opened his wet eyes and mumbled, "Your Highness..."

The prince held him in his arms, touched the clothes on his body, and then touched the bed: "Why are you wearing so little"

The prince's voice was pleasant and melodious, after all, he was still a young man.

Ning Shu reacted, realizing the meaning behind the prince's words.

He opened and said, “It’s a bit warm in the hall.”

"Hot" the Prince replied.

Ning Shu hummed in response. He felt that the prince's body was also very hot. And he himself was quite feverish, especially when their bodies were pressed together, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Until the Crown Prince had someone bring some cool things, he felt better.

But once asleep, it no longer mattered.

Ning Shu still felt very hot, and he woke up in surprise. He discovered that the Crown Prince was also having trouble sleeping. As soon as he moved, the Crown Prince opened his eyes. He frowned and said, "Ning'er, do you feel feverish"

He nodded.

But the Crown Prince said: "I too feel this way."

Ning Shu couldn't help but be stunned. Could he have infected the Crown Prince

But what is the reason for this

He racked his brain, and couldn't figure it out. Furthermore, he bit his lower lip unconsciously. It wasn't just simple heat; Ning Shu felt a strange kind of feverish sensation all over.

There's a certain... indescribable feeling.

Ning Shu knew exactly what that reaction was, and at this moment, the prince's body leaned closer, whispering softly with intimacy, "I feel a little unwell..."

He felt the prince wrap his arms around him from behind, his breath warm on his neck.

The Crown Prince spoke her name, "Ninger...."

Ning Shu also had a slight, indescribable reaction. He stiffened in place and immediately understood the prince's meaning.

The prince held him, stroking his hand.

Those peach blossom eyes looked over, a little surprised: "Ning'er is like this too"

Ning Shu felt ashamed, but she still nodded.

The prince kissed his face lightly, then frowned slightly: "What should we do"

Ning Shusi's thoughts were in disarray, she didn't even notice what she was doing, but she still calmed herself and said: "Your Highness, what is that soup made of"

The crown prince frowned and said, “I just asked them to make the best soup with horse meat...”

He paused, then continued, "Could it be...."

Ningshu listened and knew that the crown prince was also unaware. He pursed his lips, feeling a little awkward, especially in the current situation.

The Crown Prince also slightly turned his face, his breath becoming a little uneven.

He lowered his eyes and sighed, "I'm... uncomfortable there..."

Ning Shusheng, afraid he would say something like last time, hurriedly interrupted before he could continue: "Your Highness, why not have someone send some antidote over"u naturally saw all of this with his own eyes. He heard those people discussing, "Does Fuman God know them""Not surprising, though. That boy in the blue shirt is pretty handsome."But I haven't seen Fu...