The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 3
Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, "It's okay, it's just a matter of raising your hand, but the Eighth Highness, you are the heir appointed by the first emperor, and the future emperor, even though he has not ascended the throne, should show some airs of an emperor. The prince humiliated you so much, why don't you struggle?"

As she spoke, she took out a plain white handkerchief from her arms and handed it to the Eighth Prince: "Your Highness, wipe your face."

The eighth prince hesitated to take it, but he didn't wipe his face, but held it tightly in his palm, "I, I didn't..."

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, "Nothing? You mean you resisted?"

The eighth prince nodded, looking serious, looking rather cute.

Xiao Yu sneered, "But when I went, you clearly had the will to die and gave up."

The eighth prince froze in place immediately, his lips that were purple from the cold squirmed, but he couldn't speak, did she see it?
Seeing that he didn't follow, Xiao Yu stopped and turned around, "Why, do you feel ashamed now?"

The Eighth Prince pursed his lips, and lowered his head in shame.

He looked at the hole in his shoe, and felt a surge in his heart. Before he could turn around and leave the place, a white and slender hand suddenly appeared in his line of sight. He raised his head in a daze, and looked at Xiao Yu blankly, not in disgust. Has he?

"His Royal Highness was injured, and his health is not good. The snowy road is slippery, and it is not safe to go back to the palace. Let's stay in the Prince Regent's Mansion temporarily. I will take care of you personally, and I promise that what happened today will not happen again."

Xiao Yu changed from the previous banter, and her serious appearance matched her frosty face, which gave her a sense of distance.

The eighth prince hesitated for a moment, thinking of his situation after returning to the palace, he still put his dirty hands on it.

There is no harm if there is no comparison. When he stretched out his hand, Xiao Yu's skin was more like fat. He bit his lip and tremblingly wanted to withdraw his hand, but Xiao Yu was a step ahead of him and grabbed his hand first.

The Eighth Prince trembled, his eyes glowed with a strange brilliance, it was the first time someone did not dislike him...

Although this person is not a good person.

The eighth prince silently remembered Xiao Yu's appearance in his heart, and obediently followed her forward.

The two returned to the main courtyard and went straight to the side room next to the mourning hall. Lu Zhao just came back from the kitchen and saw her leading a ragged and dirty beggar-like little boy. -"

Xiao Yu said lightly: "His Royal Highness, the next emperor."

Lu Zhao looked at Xiao Yu's serious eyes, and immediately knelt down, "Slave Lu Zhao, I have seen Your Highness."

Xiao Yu looked down at the Eighth Prince, as if waiting for his answer.

The eighth prince didn't react for a while, and the silent silence spread, and Xiao Yu said in a low voice: "Your Highness, it will be normal for people to salute and greet you in the future, and they can only get up with your permission."

With one word to wake up the dreamer, the eighth prince said in a panic, "Mian, waili?"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Lu Zhao stood up from the ground, raised his hand and lifted the curtain, "Your Highness, Prince, please—"

The Eighth Prince raised his head and looked at Xiao Yu anxiously, his big black and white eyes silently asked.

Xiao Yu smiled very shallowly: "Your Highness has done a good job."

Only then did the Eighth Prince heave a sigh of relief, and the ravaged veil was able to stretch out.

After entering the room, Bai Lian and Tsing Yi surrounded him, Lu Zhao put down the curtain and said to the two of them: "This is His Highness Eighth, why don't you hurry up and greet him?"

"My servant has met His Highness, Your Highness Wan An."

The Eighth Prince licked his dry lips, "Excuse me."

"Yes."

This time he was obviously a lot more proficient, Xiao Yu thought calmly in his heart, it was still possible to save.

"Bai Lian, move the charcoal basin closer. Tsing Yi, go tell the kitchen to boil more hot water. After a while, I will take His Highness back to my bathroom to take a bath. Green invites you to find my clothes when I was seven or eight years old. Send a new set to the bathroom."

"Yes."

The three servants got busy, Xiao Yu pulled the eighth prince to sit down on the soft couch, and stuffed the hand stove that he used before into his hand: "Take it."

The Eighth Prince was caught off guard, leaned towards the couch, looked at Xiao Yu innocently and innocently, as if asking: Why are you pissing me off?

Xiao Yu couldn't help laughing, picked up the thin blanket on the soft couch and wrapped the person into a silkworm chrysalis, "Are you a porcelain doll? It shatters when you touch it. I didn't use any force, and it fell over. Outsiders who saw it and didn't know it thought I was bully you."

"No……"

The eighth prince sat up silently wrapped in a blanket, with his little head drooping, holding the stove in both hands, his stunned look looked really painful.

Xiao Yu walked to the table and poured a cup of hot tea for him, "Nuan Nuan Wei, the water will be boiled in a while, I will take you to take a bath, and wash your dirty body well."

The Eighth Prince took the cup, his long eyelashes drooping and trembling, "Is it dirty?"

Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, stretched out his index finger to lift his chin, forcing him to raise his head, "Your Highness, what is dirty is dust, mud, and the human heart. If the heart is clean, people will never be dirty."

Looking into her cold eyes, the Eighth Prince felt an inexplicable warmth, he avoided Xiao Yu's hand in a panic, lowered his head and took a sip of tea in a concealed manner.

"Hey—be careful—"

Before the word "hot" was uttered, the Eighth Prince's expression changed, and he couldn't help vomiting it out.

"No hurries?"

Xiao Yu helplessly took out the handkerchief in his palm, squatted down and wiped the corners of his mouth.

The Eighth Prince sat tensely, but did not hide.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a slightly gloomy voice sounded, "My lord, it's me."

Xiao Yu paused, and the smile on her face faded, she gave the handkerchief to the Eighth Prince: "Your Highness wipe it yourself."

Bai Lian asked in a low voice, "Open the door, my lord?"

"Open the door, please come in, sir."

Xiao Yu sat down at the table, held a teacup, gently picked the tea leaves with the lid, lowered her eyebrows and eyes, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger.

Bai Lian opened the door and lifted the curtain: "Young Master."

"Ah."

Xiao Quan nodded at Bai Lian, locked on to Xiao Yu at a glance after entering, and cupped his hands at her: "Your Majesty told me to go down to watch the spirit, but I was thinking that my status is not suitable, so I came to ask my Majesty."

"What's inappropriate, the eldest son is the eldest son, and he has an unusual status. It's what you should do to guard your spirit. Could it be that you feel aggrieved?"

Xiao Yu's voice was faint, and suddenly brought a chill in this warm side room.

Xiao Quan smiled slightly, "I dare not."

"Then I will have Mr. Lao guard the night. I will make arrangements tomorrow."

"Yes."

Xiao Yu put down the teacup, and then looked at him squarely. Xiao Quan is her cheap father's first son, and now he is 17 years old. He is at the time when he was young, and he has a mother who can't figure it out, thinking about what to do all day long Pull yourself off the horse and put him on top.

But I have to say that although Xiao Quan's heart is not good, his skin is quite outstanding.

Sword-browed and star-eyed, with an extraordinary bearing, this is the noble spirit cultivated in the brocade brocade.

When she was looking at Xiao Quan, Xiao Quan was also looking at this younger brother who hadn't looked at him before.

　When reading novels, don’t use the standards of official history. I’ve said it’s empty. I made up official positions. Many places are unreasonable. I’ve tried to rationalize them. Don’t tell me after reading a few chapters, oh girl How could the lord do that to the emperor, ah, the mistress is just a son, how dare she do that to the prince, ah mistress... won't you look back, the emperor is dead, the regent's palace holds the military power, and they still have the Dingguo mansion, People have big fists, who else are they afraid of in their own home?

　　As for the male protagonist, a prince without father and mother, he was just a puppet in the early stage, what else can he ask for?Why can't the hostess treat him badly?

　　Don't always feel that God's perspective is great, use the ancient way to ask me, time travel means everything is possible.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)