The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

When she returned to the hall after bathing at night, Lin Sui saw the people lying on the floor and was silent for a moment.

Yan Qin was driven back to Zhong Yu Palace by him when he was about to get better at first, but Yan Qin seemed to be addicted to hanging out. Go, after all, Zhong Yu Palace's food is really not very good, when the puppy is still growing.

"Brother Prince, Susu said that I have grown taller and fleshier. You must be able to step on it more comfortably."

Yan Qin sat up from the ground, pointed at Lin Sui's chest, and looked proud.

Compared with the thinness of a few months ago, Yan Qin now has a physical condition that suits his age. He has grown a little taller and is stronger.

He looks lively and innocent, with a cute look that completely trusts the person in front of him, like an irresistible puppy, without any threat.

But this bewildering appearance is just a disguise, his fangs and claws are hidden deep, ready to go.

This is more cute, isn't it, Lin Sui thought to herself.

Compared with true loyalty and submission, he prefers this kind of pretending to be obedient and hiding his ambitions, which is more challenging and conquest.

Whoever called him Yan Qin was special because he was Yan Qin.

"Bengong still has to praise you, it's really promising."

Lin Sui glanced at him, did not go to the room, but sat down on the chair.

Only then did Yan Qin realize that his elder brother's hair was wet and dripping with water, soaking the white underwear into translucent.

The fair face is like warm jade under the lamp, warm and beautiful.

The palace maid picked the wick of the candle to make the hall brighter, and she walked in with a tray in hand, and wiped Lin Sui's hair with the cloth towel placed on it.

"Sister Fushu, can I come?"

Yan Qin put on his shoes and went to Lin Sui's side, looking at the cloth towel in Fu Shu's hand, eager to try.

"This... Your Highness..."

Fushu looked at the direction of the master hesitantly, waiting for his order.

"The next step is to wash the feet of this palace and really become the little eunuch of this east palace?"

The prince snorted coldly, obviously disliking his attitude, but the fool seemed to be unable to hear the sarcasm in his words, and he thought about it seriously and replied:

"If the prince's brother likes it, I'm also willing to wash the prince's brother's feet, but A Qin is not a little eunuch."

Lin Sui tilted her head and raised her eyebrows and asked him deliberately, "Why aren't you a little eunuch?"

Helping sparse eyes to observe nose, nose and mouth, stand aside and pretend that you don't exist.

Yan Qin's facial features were wrinkled, and after thinking for a while, he came up with the answer; "I am the fifth prince, so I am not a little eunuch."

Yan Qin had no knowledge of personnel and was stupid for a long time. He really didn't know why the eunuch looked so soft. He thought about it, and he had to go back to the book to find the answer.

"Brother Prince, let me wipe your hair for you."

Yan Qin took the thing in Fushu's hand and covered it on Lin Sui's blue silk.

Lin Sui also went with him. If Yan Qin were a few years older, he would be able to guide some color waste, but the current puppy gave him no idea at all.

Fu Shu watched from the side so as not to cause the fifth prince to clumsily tug at the master's hair, but after looking at it, he found that the fifth prince was still well polished.

The blue silk was like a waterfall, Yan Qin wiped it carefully, feeling that the hair he touched was softer than the brocade in his hand.

The elder brother in front of him was only wearing a tunic, and his neck was lustrous under the candlelight, revealing a touch of pink.

Yan Qin looked at the memorial in Lin Sui's hand, and deduced the content of the memorial from the few words he saw vaguely. The movements of his hands slowed down unconsciously, and his little finger brushed Lin Sui's neck inadvertently.

The delicate and soft feeling was fleeting, Yan Qin changed to a new cloth and continued to wipe, staring at his fingers and frowning slightly.

In September, the weather is getting cooler.

On the first day of September, Baosu came to the East Palace with a food box, but the box was empty. The fifth prince was not in the East Palace today. She came alone to ask for help.

"What is this for?"

Fu Shu frowned as he looked at the broken silver stuffed into his hands.

Baosu begged: "Sister Fushu, today is my master's birthday. After the mother passed away, His Highness has never had a decent birthday. I want to borrow a small kitchen and make a bowl of longevity noodles for my master."

Baosu also tried his luck in the imperial kitchen in the past, but they did not agree, for fear of being found out by other mothers and punished.

"I'm going to report to the master, and His Royal Highness will most likely agree."

Fushu collected the pieces of silver and headed towards the study.

Lin Sui was stunned when she heard this request, and nodded as if she didn't care.

After Fu Shu left, he showed a little trance.

"Is it already September 1?"

Lin Sui murmured, her voice scattered in the wind.

Perhaps because of the remnant soul, in these small worlds, Yan Qin's birthday is the same as his birthday in the realm of self-cultivation, on the first day of September.

However, people in the cultivation world rarely celebrate their birthdays. After all, everyone has a long lifespan, and sometimes it takes decades to pass in retreat. Not every year has a commemorative meaning.

Yan Qin wouldn't go over it specially, but sometimes it was just right and he would bring it up.

Yan Qin asked him when was his birthday, and Lin Sui shook his head at the time, without giving a date.

This is based on the memory of the pào ash he passed through. The pào ash was calculated to be a furnace physique before he was born.

Raised in the sect, grew up with other furnaces, and learned how to exercise to absorb spiritual energy, thinking that his own practice is like this.