Chapter 27 The Fox Wants to Avenge His Best Friend "Sigh, Tinglan is really..."

"Your Highness... what's wrong with you today?" Tinglan patted the young prince on the back and asked softly.

The fox kept its head down and didn't say anything, but secretly blushed.

Wow.

My best friend's chest is so soft and bouncy when I hug it.

The fox likes it!

"Nothing happened," the fox muttered, reluctantly letting go.

"How about I take Your Highness out of the palace tomorrow?" Tinglan said as she bent down, opened the food box on the table, and laid out the late-night snacks inside.

The fox immediately nodded vigorously, "Okay!"

Another way to appease the little prince is to take him out to play.

After another hearty meal, the fox slumped in his seat for a while, then went to the inner room to get a change of clothes. Wearing wooden clogs, he walked lazily along.

"Is Your Highness going to take a bath?"

The fox nodded obediently. "Qiuyuan has made a new rose balm. I'm going to try it. It smells so good."

The Ninth Prince asked seemingly casually, "Who usually serves Your Highness during your baths?"

"No one else did it; I washed them all myself."

Upon hearing this, the Ninth Prince's expression visibly softened. "Does Your Highness wish for me to serve you?"

The fox immediately shook its head.

When he takes a bath, he washes his tail and rubs his ears. If you look closely, you can see a fox covered in wet bubbles.

That would be terrible; my good friend would be terrified.

"I can wash them myself." The fox, clutching its clothes, slipped on its wooden clogs and ran off without looking back.

Mmm...that feels good...

The fox had a towel on its forehead, submerged its entire body in the bathtub, and then began to happily doggy paddle in the tub.

He first rubbed his tail with soap to make bubbles, then used his tail to wipe his belly.

A person is too big to wash, it's much simpler to wash a fox, and you can even swim happily in the bathtub.

The fox floated on the water, happily wiping its face.

"Your Highness, the towels for wiping your body are already on the shelf outside," Tinglan said softly, knocking on the door.

Even though he showed no intention of coming in, the fox was so frightened that it tumbled into the water.

"Just leave it there." Two pointed fox ears cautiously emerged from the water.

Tinglan stood outside the door, finding it amusing; His Highness was indeed shy.

The fragrant, white fox finished its bath, jumped out of the tub, and shook the water off its fur.

He transformed into human form, and like a dog, he furtively opened the door a crack, making sure no one was outside before slipping out.

Hmph, it's easier to take a bath when you're a fox, but it's easier to dry off when you're a human.

I'm a genius! I've found the world's simplest and most effortless way to take a bath!

The fox happily put on his clothes, slipped on his slippers, and pushed open the door to the outer room.

"Your Highness, please put on your cloak so you don't catch a cold." Tinglan held the clothes, sat on the chair outside, and looked over with a smile.

The fox quickly reached for its own rear end.

Thank goodness, the tail has already been retracted.

Now he walked over confidently, grinning and tilting his head back, "Take a sniff, doesn't the newly mixed rose balm smell good?"

The young prince's black hair was still wet, with water droplets dripping from the ends. Occasionally, a drop of water would slide down his collarbone and disappear into his collar.

A surge of heat rushed to the face of the Ninth Prince, who stiffly lowered his head as a rich, refreshing fragrance wafted towards him.

"Smells good."

The fox nodded smugly, "Qiuyuan made a lot for me, including some sweet ones, which smell really appealing."

"I'll help Your Highness dry your hair."

The fox blinked, then nodded, and followed Tinglan closely.

The small stove was filled with a few pieces of charcoal and covered with a soft cloth.

The fox lay flat on its back, and Tinglan gathered its long, wet hair and combed it with her five fingers. The hair looked even blacker after being wet.

Tinglan withdrew her hand from her hair, and gently massaged the little prince's temples with her pale, slender fingers, which were covered with a thin layer of calluses.

The fox let out a comfortable hum.

Tinglan smiled knowingly, her hands still moving. "Where would Your Highness like to go tomorrow?"

The fox shook his head; the area outside the palace was too vast, and he had only been to a very small part of it.

Tinglan lowered her head and gently wiped the little prince's hair with a soft towel.

Her long, smooth hair, like a piece of satin, hung quietly in his hands.

"Then let's ride our horses along the road and go wherever we end up."

The fox nodded excitedly.

That night, the Nine Thousand Years Old stayed in Changqiu Palace again.

I was hugged by a long-tailed octopus all night.

The next day, as soon as he opened his eyes and rubbed his sore neck, he saw the little prince running over excitedly with two sets of clothes in his arms.

"Tinglan, which one do you think looks better?"

The fox, like a child about to go on a spring outing, was extremely excited and kept talking.

"I think this looks better, but the sleeves aren't convenient for riding a horse."

"Then wear the other one."

The fox pursed its lips and said, "But this one is prettier."

Tinglan smiled helplessly and pinched the little prince's cheek.

It is soft and delicate, and feels great to the touch.

*

The fox's riding skills are now excellent. He rides the Ferghana horse given to him by the palm print. Its fur is as smooth as silk, and with his handsome face, he is very eye-catching when he goes out.

As is customary, when taking the young prince out, we first have to go out for a good meal.

"Please come in, gentlemen. What would you like to order?" The waiter hurriedly stepped forward to greet them, seeing that the two men were dressed and looked quite distinguished.

The fox glanced down at the menu in his hand and said without hesitation, "Roast chicken."

"Give me one of each of your signature dishes, plus a plate of chestnut cake and a pot of hot tea."

Before all the dishes were served, the fox curiously surveyed the hall.

The last time Tinglan took him out to eat, it was in a private room. This was the first time Fox had ever eaten in a main hall like this.

It was a very novel experience.

After looking at people for a while, he lowered his head to examine the bowl he was eating from.

At the next table, a few scholars, after a few drinks, began to drunkenly say, "If you ask me, Tinglan is the number one treacherous official in the current court."

"What kind of treacherous minister is he? He's just a lackey, a lackey."

Fox Bang immediately stood up, angrily rolled up his sleeves, and swung his arms, ready to give each of them a blow.

If you dare to speak ill of your good friend, you'll get a taste of the little fox's righteous iron fist.

Tinglan gently placed her hand on his shoulder, but the corners of her mouth inexplicably turned up. "Your Highness, don't be angry. They're just talking nonsense."

“But they talk badly about you,” the fox muttered angrily.

He didn't know what "treacherous minister," "lackey," and "lackey" meant, but judging from their tone, he could tell from his intuition that these weren't nice words.

"They don't even know you, so why are they insulting you?"

The fox, full of fighting spirit, patted Tinglan's thigh and said, "Don't worry, I'll ambush them in the alley next door later. When they come out after they finish eating, I'll beat them up and get revenge for you."

Tinglan smiled and shook his head, "There's no need for Your Highness to trouble yourself for the sake of just a few people."

"Your Highness, we're out having fun today, so please don't let them spoil your mood."

The fox lowered its head and poked at the poor chicken leg in the bowl.

"Why are they being so mean and insulting you for no reason?"

"Your Highness, I am a eunuch, and eunuchs have never had a good reputation throughout history."

The fox winked, and Zhou Yiqing echoed the sentiment, but what exactly is a eunuch...?

don't know.

The fox reached out and tugged at Tinglan's sleeve. "Then don't be sad, and don't listen to them. I think you're the best."

Tinglan's heart skipped a beat, and her heartbeat even stopped for a moment. "Thank you, Your Highness. I am not sad."

"You too..." The fox moved its hand up and grasped Tinglan's wrist. "You don't need to worry, because they will scold me because I am close to you."

"I'm not afraid. I'll beat up anyone who insults me." The fox waved his hand.

I, the little fox, have plenty of strength and tricks up my sleeve.

“Your Highness…” Tinglan suddenly raised his head, a look of confusion flashing in his eyes.

This seemed to be the first time he had ever been so firmly favored.

Feeling like I'm sitting on pins and needles, completely at a loss.

But...the corners of her eyes were slightly moist.

He gently squeezed the little prince's hand back.

Your Highness, Your Highness, what am I supposed to do with you like this?

Do you still think I don't love you enough...?

After the meal, while the young prince went to buy candied hawthorns, a plainly dressed man stood behind Tinglan and asked, "Master, those people have been arrested. What should we do with them?"

"Let's teach them a lesson, but we don't need to go too far. Just drag them into an alley and give them a beating." Naturally, we had to do as the little prince instructed.

The man behind him nodded in agreement and left respectfully.

He was puzzled. What was going on with the Master of Seals? Had he changed his ways? Why was he letting those people go so easily?

The fox came bounding back, holding two strings of bright red candied hawthorns in its hands. "Tinglan, I bought two strings, one for you and one for me."

The Ninth Prince, his previous cold expression vanished, and he smiled as he reached out to accept the candied hawthorn. "Thank you for the candied hawthorn, Your Highness."

The fox munched on the candied hawthorn, making a loud crunching sound, but he still insisted on avenging his best friend himself. "Did you see those people come out just now?"

"They got into the carriage and left as soon as they came out."

"Ah." The fox lowered its head in disappointment.

He patted Tinglan's shoulder again, "It's okay, I've remembered them. I'll definitely beat them up next time I see them."

"Next time you hear someone talking badly about you, don't keep it to yourself. Just tell me, and I'll yell back at them, or I'll just go and teach them a lesson," the fox said earnestly, holding Tinglan's hand.

Oh, my good friend is just too kind.

They didn't even hold that scoundrel King Wei accountable for pushing them into the water.

With a personality like that of a good friend, it's too easy for her to be bullied. Little Fox will have to put in a lot of effort.

But don't be afraid, I will take care of you.

After all, you're still young, while I'm older and have plenty of experience.

"Tinglan, can you finish your candied hawthorn? If you can't, I'll eat one for you." The fox looked up at the candied hawthorn in Tinglan's hand with pleading eyes.

The young master handed over the candied hawthorn, and the fox took a big bite and ate one.