Report that the prince fox has become a sperm

Chapter 177
At Linggu Temple, Jun Chen stood at the door with his hands behind his back, looking deeply at the winter dusk.

"His Royal Highness." Master Jing Kong walked out of the meditation room, clasped his hands together, "Does Your Highness miss that little fox?"

Jun Chen nodded, "She took human form for the first time, so I'm afraid that something might go wrong." Especially with Jun Qi around.

Master Jingkong looked at his worried face and sighed in his heart, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry, the little fox is God's will."

It's just... His Highness's calamity seems to be a little variable.

Amitabha--

Jun Qi's guess was right, Jun Chen did not come back tonight, so he stayed in the East Palace, calling the dining room to make dinner.

When Jun Chen wasn't there for the first meal, Shen An'an was more or less used to it, because Jun Qi didn't know her preferences at all!

After eating, the two of them lay down by the window to watch the night view, although there was nothing to see, not even a moon.

"When will you change back?"

"I don't know." It feels like this time will last for a long time, she has to find a way to make herself appear aboveboard, it's not okay to always be sneaky like this.

Jun Qi looked at her with a troubled expression, "It is said that a fox has to practice for hundreds of years to become a human, why are you so fast."

This is less than a year.

She glanced at him speechlessly, "Is it okay if I'm gifted? Anyway, it won't do you any harm."

Jun Qi was speechless.

Both fell silent.

After staying like this for another hour, the candied haws he brought back was finished, Shen Anan yawned, Jun Qi saw this, and suggested: "Do you need me to keep it here?"

"No need, you'd better go back to your Prince Qi's Mansion."

"..." It's really neat to drive him away after using it.

"Okay, then you just stay on your own, I'll come back tomorrow." He got up, walked to the door, turned around worriedly, and said, "Don't let anyone find out."

"understood."

Hearing her obviously perfunctory tone, Jun Qi was completely speechless, opened the door and left the place lightly.

Without Jun Qi around, I feel much quieter again.

But she can still find something to play with.

Closed the window and walked to the small study room, spread out a piece of rice paper, looked at the cinnabar brush and felt worried, she could barely get by with the brush, but it was the first time to draw with a brush, so she didn't know if she could get by.

Forget it, let's talk about it.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Anan sat down and began to draw on the rice paper. The things Jun Chen used were all top-grade and felt very good, which gave her a little confidence.

After half an hour, Shen Anan put down his pen, twisted his neck and swung his arms and climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep on the bed.

Jun Chen should be very happy to see it when he comes back tomorrow.

And on Jun Chen's desk where he usually reviews the memorials, a portrait of him stands out on the paper. Although the ink is heavy in some places, it does not affect its beauty.

The originally cold young master added a bit of warmth to the painting, and a poem was written next to the painting.

——Young master should only see paintings, among which I am the only one who knows.

Jun Chen here is having difficulty falling asleep, staring fixedly at the candlelight, wondering what he is thinking, and the sound of wind blowing outside the house is very strong, like howling by ghosts.

Jing Kong next door twirled the bead string in his hand, opened his eyes when he heard the noise outside, and sighed, this imperial city might be about to change.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and it almost turned into a blizzard in the middle of the night. Shen Anan couldn't sleep well, so she got up and ran into the dark room to isolate all the sounds outside.

She felt extremely uneasy when she heard that voice.

Of course, I didn't forget to hold that luminous pearl in my arms.

She is not afraid of this kind of weather, but if the snow falls too much, it will cause snow disasters, and the roads cannot travel together. In this era without high technology and front-end communication, people seem to have no way to deal with natural disasters in front of them.

I don't know if Jun Chen can come back tomorrow.

Shen Anan wrapped herself in a quilt, looking at Ye Mingzhu in front of her, feeling a little uneasy.

(End of this chapter)