Spoiled

Chen Guang climbed out of the eaves. When Han Yun woke up, he could hear the sound of "flapping" outside, as if a strong wind was blowing on the window paper.

He reached out and opened the curtain of the eaves of his bed, squinting his eyes, and glanced at the bright white light outside the window fan.

That kind of light is completely different from the golden morning light of the past, showing coldness. Han Yun rubbed his eyes twice and looked back at Fu Yuan on the bed. Seeing that his breathing was stable, he went down the bed lightly, took his toothbrush and cup barefoot, and pulled out the latch to go out.

As soon as he pushed open the door, the wind and snow rushed towards him. Han Yun had just emerged from the warm quilt, and he didn't feel how cold it was.

This is the first snow of the year.

Maybe it was all night, the snow covered the grass, stone steps and vegetation in the yard, and the Octagonal Pavilion also wore a soft and white hat. The snow was everywhere, and the pines outside the wall were looming in the snow. A bit green.

Han Yun stood under the eaves, staring at this snow-capped clean world, and the wind penetrated into his sleeves, causing him a shudder. Han Yun immediately spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth and turned into the palace.

Covering the door, Han Yun washed his hands and went to Tianlu Pavilion. Tianlu Pavilion was originally the name of a palace in the palace. It contained ten thousand volumes of books, with Chen Shuge, Duo Bao Ge, and suicide. It was his. A place to rest.

The current Tianlu Pavilion is a side hall that is no more than a hundred square meters, but Han Yun likes to come here, smelling the scroll, smelling the ink fragrance, and can sink his heart.

The room was charcoal-baked, and the earth dragon was burned. It did not go out overnight. The lights were bright and warm. The slender bottleneck of the nearby Ruyao glazed plum vase is lined with half a branch of lotus. This kind of flower has no fragrance. Han Yun does not like to smell the strong floral fragrance, but there is no lack of color in the home to embellish.

He sat in front of the case, stepped on a soft blanket with his feet, and looked around at the desk, and finally found out what he wanted.

Rolls of scrolls are inserted in white-glazed gold-gilt Ruyi bottles.

Han Yun took all these painting axes and rolled them out roll by roll. These paintings are the paintings of Fu Yuan in the weekdays. Han Yun was not interested, but several times, he started to collect as soon as Fu Yuan appeared. , He also noticed this.

He got up secretly, just to see what Fu Yuan was drawing and why not show it to him.

When he unrolled one of the paintings, he found that the painting with the long arms was nothing else-it was himself.

In the picture, Han Yun was sleeping with a book on his face, sleeping peacefully, and his lips slightly hooked.

Han Yun doesn't like to read books very much, but sometimes he gets bored and picks up one, but now he has no one to control, so he always looks at it, just sleeps, presses the book under his cheek, and sleeps very well Sweet.

He stared at this picture for a long time, and started another one, this is another. Han Yun rolled out all these paintings and looked at them. In the quiet Tianlu Pavilion, he thought of the rumbling of the paper turning. The man in the painting is without exception, he is awake or sleeping, or moving or quiet, or lazy and lively, each of them takes care, delicate strokes, and lifelike.

Han Yun still remembers that when Fu Yuan drew these, he was not present most of the time, which means that he didn't need to look at it, he could paint his appearance by dipping his pen and dipping ink, indicating that his appearance had been carved into Fu Yuan's bones. Carved in his deepest memory, it is true that he has no heart, but it does not prevent him from "working hard".

He moved in his mind, set aside all those paintings by Fu Yuan, at the same time paved a good piece of rice paper, polished the ink, raised his sleeve and dipped it in a bit of dark black at the tip of the pen, and calmly fell on the white rice paper. A very fine stroke.

Han Yun's painter can only say that it's normal. Lintong can make little difference from the original painting, but after all, he doesn't have that skill, and he can't paint the appearance of Fu Yuan exactly.

He sketched for ten minutes, and at the glance of the pen, it was a bit like a god, and he couldn't help himself. But comparing himself with Fu Yuanhui is a world of difference.

Han Yun comforted himself. He is not good at painting portraits, and he likes to paint some seasons of flowers and trees. Fu Yuan is so old that he should paint better than himself.

At this moment, Han Yun heard a little movement next door, he quickly rolled up the painting, but because his hands and feet were messy, his hands were stained with ink.

"Your Majesty." Fu Yuan walked out of the Moon Cave door of Tianlu Pavilion, her black hair hung on her back, standing upright and solitary, under the clear snow light coming in through the window, half-dark and half-dark, with a deep outline.

Han Yun still had a painting too late to be captured at the scene. He was not embarrassed. He touched his nose, and slowly closed it up. "Well, the queen has a good painting skills, and she has shown the supreme momentum of the 朕 95.

Fu Yuan was calmer than him, with a smile on his lips, and came to the case: "What is your Majesty drawing?"

"I didn't draw, I just looked at it." Han Yun said, wiping his nose again, glanced down at the black ink in his hand, and was so frightened that he put his hands behind his back, and his face was right and straightforward, accusing him: " But Lord Fu, you secretly drew so many paintings on my back, neither told me nor showed me. "

Fu Yuan stepped in front of him, raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose with his thumb, and whispered: "I want to draw a little when I want to be a little nine, and I have drawn so much without knowing it."

Han Yun thought last year that he often had a job, so he often left Fu Yuan at home. When he was working, he thought of Fu Yuan, but at home, would Fu Yuan often think of him?

He felt guilty and distressed, his lips moved, and he thought it was natural for him to play. He couldn't live like Fu Yuan for thousands of years. He had to find something to do, and he had to go out and look.

Han Yun is very open-minded, and he does not lament his short life. After all, his life has been picked up. For a short century, he flew across Fu Yuan's fingers, so he was a lifetime, his life was short, and he naturally enjoyed it.

But think about it for a lifetime like this. If you do n’t accompany Fu Yuan, you may not have a chance in the future.

Thinking about this, Han Yun hugged him, he could feel the temperature and breath emanating from Fu Yuan, which was very corrosive. Han Yun leaned on him and said, "I'm a bit cold, and it's snowing outside."

When Fu Yuan saw his bare feet, he knew that he had a problem, and he didn't care about his body. Perhaps it was because of poor health in the past, and now that you are in good health, you are doing things that you couldn't and couldn't do before.

He bent slightly and hugged Han Yun horizontally, and said, "Do you want to go out to watch the snow?"

"I think ..." Han Yun was afraid that the cold was related to his body. Now he is pretty good, naturally. He wants to walk in the snow and even sit down and play with snow.

"Then go out and watch after meals." Fu Yuan hugged him and hugged him to the bed, covering him with silk, lest Han Yun felt cold.

He opened the veil and tied it to the bedpost.

Fu Yuan looked down at him, and wiped his nose with his hand.

Han Yun wondered, "Why are you always touching my nose?" Just as he raised his hand to find out if there was something on his nose, Fu Yuan pressed him down: "Don't move, there is a flower on my face."

"spent?"

Fu Yuan said "um", wiped the ink on his cheeks and nose, then held his hand again, wiped the ink off his hands little by little, and whispered: "The paper on the future When the ink is not dry, don't touch it.

Han Yun also said "Oh" and lowered his head and said he knew.

"Just know," Fu Yuan put both his hands in the palm of his hand, and held them tightly. "Is it still cold?"

Han Yun shook his head and nodded, pursing his lips, and finally said, "Foot cold."

Fu Yuan put his hand into the duvet, took his cold feet, and hugged it in his arms, "Xiao Jiu remember the time."

"Which time?" Han Yun leaned on the pillow of Ming Huang to look down at him.

Fu Yuan's lips were hooked, and his eyes were dark: "It was when Her Majesty was six or seven years old, and she went down to worship the ancestors in that year. Narrow small hole. "

"You ..." Of course Han Yun remembered it, but Fu Yuan shouldn't know about it. He didn't say it.

"How does Xuanzhu know?"

"Your Majesty still remember the scene?"

Han Yun said remember.

But it was very vague. After all, he was young at that time, and he vaguely remembered that he was indeed playful, but that time he was intentionally pushed down the mountain and rolled down the slope. Some people wanted him to die here. .

At the time of the Han Yun, his body was not so bad, and the raw snow and ice was lovely. He could speak well at a young age and would make people happy, so he was loved by the emperor.

After he rolled down the mountain, there were wounds all over his body, and his legs were lame, and somehow he found the cave. He picked some wild fruits that were not poisonous, and accidentally hit them by holding them. There was a very huge wild wolf howling in the cave.

As for what it really is, Han Yun actually can't remember it, just remember that he is very big. He has never seen such a big monster. The beast is covered with blood and weak in breath, as if dead.

Han Yun was afraid of the cold, but the beast's fur was warm, and Han Yun was young. He didn't know he was afraid, so he went up to warm himself.

Later, he escaped and described the monster he met with his subordinates, and the others said, "Listen to His Royal Highness, then Jomo is a wild wolf. Our Highness is really a lucky man ..."

As for the "huge monster" in his mouth, the adjective "huge" is mistaken for others to be small, so when he sees a beast, he is afraid and naturally becomes "huge."

After that, Han Yun's body became very poor, and he could not breathe for a few steps, as if he had been sucked away by his vitality, and became weak.

Han Yun always thought that he was injured and cold in the mountains.

Tian Qin gave his life for him, saying that his life was soon dying, and even the elder doctor said that he could not live as an adult.

Because of this, Han Yun became more and more favored, and his father Emperor doubled his favor and made up for him.

And since that time, he has lost the competitive power of the throne because of his body, so he has never encountered any danger, and no one will harm a prince who has been ordered to live no more than eighteen.

Han Yun thought of it vaguely, looking up at Fu Yuan's deep gaze, and suddenly it was clicked, his eyes lit up and said, "Ah! That beast, wouldn't it be you?"

Fu Yuan bowed his head and touched his hair. "Your Majesty remembered?"

Han Yun nodded and smiled. "It turned out that we got married at that time."

He lowered his head and breathed the smell of Fuyuan deeply next to his neck. He was very fortunate to say, "I didn't know if I was dead or seriously injured at that time, so I boldly leaned against you to sleep. Now I want to come, if you were then No serious injuries, maybe I have reduced to your stomach. "

Fu Yuan also laughed.

What he didn't tell Han Yun was that in fact, Han Yun was quickly becoming his belly food at that time, but Fu Yuan was too miserable at that time, it was a state of slaughter. At that time, he did not have any memory, as if from It was born in the cave here.

He was able to bite Han Yun's flesh, drank his blood, sucked his vitality, and leaned on him to keep him warm.

He is a concubine, who is born with the nature of "one meal must be repaid, and the grievance must be reported." Even if he has no memory, he still has this character. And Han Yun is a life-saving grace to him.

Fu Yuan cut off all obstacles beside him and helped Han Yun, who was only twelve years old, to ascend to the throne, but found that he was not so happy as the emperor, with fewer and fewer smiles on his face and more and more serious thoughts. .

Fu Yuan simply wanted to know what he was thinking, but the more he understood, the more he got trapped, and he lost his heart in the end.