Chapter 48 Then let him specialize in serving the emperor in bed. This job is good, this job is comfortable. ...

The fox flipped over and jumped onto the bed, then rolled around in front of the pillow like a happy carp.

"Shall we go to sleep now?"

After recent hard work studying and reading stories, the fox is no longer the complete fool he used to be.

He knew that "qin" meant sleeping, and "shiqin" probably meant the two of them sleeping happily together under the covers.

How strange, do you even need to ask? Isn't it just about serving the emperor every day...?

The fox rolled around on the couch once, then rolled into the blankets, his black hair falling down the pillow, his clothes also getting messed up from the rolling, revealing his collarbone and large areas of skin.

He turned to his side, arranged the other pillow, patted the bed, tidied up his messy bed, waved to Tinglan and smiled, "I'm ready."

A bright and handsome young man lay on the couch, his white undergarment casually wrapped around his body. With each movement, his narrow waist and the curve of his muscles were revealed, making him extremely attractive.

Tinglan lowered his head as if he had been burned. Logically, he should take off his clothes now, but his hands on the ties were trembling.

I can't take off this last piece of clothing...

In the end, he simply raised his hand and gently removed his hair ornament and hairpin, letting his long hair cascade down to his waist.

The fox lay in bed, blinking at his best friend, not understanding why he was moving so slowly, when it was something that could be done very quickly.

For me, it takes a second to kick off my shoes, a second to jump onto the bed, and two seconds to crawl into bed and get a good night's sleep—it's incredibly fast and convenient.

Tinglan slowly climbed onto the bed. His hands and feet were stiff and cold, and his movements were clumsy. He tried his best to make his waist more flexible, but obviously, he failed.

At this point, something should be done, but Tinglan didn't know what to do next.

He was clearly determined to take the initiative; he was afraid of losing the prince and wanted to use his body to keep him. But he was actually extremely nervous and didn't even dare to take off his clothes, afraid that Ji Qing would see his scars and be afraid, disgusted, or... push him away.

He was afraid of too many things, hesitant and indecisive, to the point that he dared not take that step easily... But now that he had made a decision in a muddled way, he might as well go ahead and do it.

Now that things have come to this, there's no reason to back out; at most, it'll just be a little embarrassing.

Tinglan bent down, looked down at the little prince's face, and gently kissed his forehead.

It's not the lips, it's not the cheeks, it's the forehead.

A devout kiss is placed on the forehead, not for flirting, nor for romantic feelings, but for something pure, innocent, and unspoken.

Tinglan sat up, her eyes red-rimmed, unsure of where to put her hands.

He harbored a twisted jealousy, but it was wrapped in a fragmented yet tender cocoon. His blade always pointed outwards, and what he showed to the young prince was always the soft, immature, and fragile side of him.

He may have stabbed himself until he bled profusely, but he was completely unaware of it.

At this moment, the fox acted like a real fox spirit, gently wrapping its arm around Tinglan's shoulder, whispering in his ear, and its ears instantly turned bright red.

The fox, who used to be the type to fly bricks with great strength, now moves very gently.

Tinglan did not move. He let the little prince hold him, his arms wrapped around the little prince's shoulders and hanging down gently.

He was waiting for the next step, waiting for His Highness's decision.

He didn't know what would happen, or what would occur.

Perhaps it's a kiss? Or perhaps something else... It's all fine, but I hope Your Highness can leave him a piece of clothing to cover his shame.

He was truly terrified; he didn't want the young prince to see his body.

But the next second, Tinglan was gently placed on the bed, as if she were a precious and fragile item.

The fox rolled over, covered his good friend with the blanket, and tucked the corners in. He said in a wise and mature tone, "Really, you're such a big person, and you still don't know how to cover yourself with a blanket."

Tinglan stared at the face so close to his own and was stunned. In fact, he hadn't been sober just now and had impulsively offered himself as a concubine.

Even though this was his honest opinion...

But I really didn't expect it to turn out like this. Was he rejected?

That's true, it's normal for the young prince not to want to have anything to do with a eunuch... It's fine for them to kiss and hug each other normally, but he probably wouldn't want to do anything more.

The fox sat on the bed, tilted its head, and used its brain to think carefully for a moment.

Then he lowered his head, hugged Tinglan and gave her a loud kiss, then blushed, lay down with a thud, pulled the blanket up to cover his feverish face.

It was a perfectly flat, warm fox, with steam rising from its head.

Tinglan's eyes were empty and unfocused. He stared blankly at the top of the carved rosewood bed, countless questions running through his mind: What exactly is His Highness thinking?

Seeing that he didn't react, the fox poked his best friend's waist from under the blanket again, "Turn around and look at me."

Upon hearing this, Tinglan turned around. He always followed the young prince's orders.

“I think it’s good to serve someone in bed. You can serve me, or I can serve you. Anyway, it’s cold now, and it’s warmer for two people to sleep together.”

Tinglan didn't speak.

When the fox saw that he still didn't react, it began to try to seduce him, trying to sell him its advantages, "I'm very warm. If you don't like sleeping with me, I can call the fox over. He's warm too, and he's furry."

"Anyway, hug me or hug the fox, you choose one. It's cold sleeping alone in the middle of winter, that won't do, you'll catch a cold."

The fox rambled on and on, then looked at the person in front of it expectantly and asked, "Is it good?"

Tinglan nodded blankly.

He now seemed to understand that the young prince was completely ignorant of love... the young prince had no idea what it meant to serve the emperor in bed.

To the young prince, his struggle just now was nothing more than preparation for bedtime.

Tinglan didn't know whether to cry or laugh... He slowly closed his eyes, exhaled, and laughed helplessly.

It's just that a fool is making trouble for himself.

The young prince has no feelings for him, nor for anyone else, so he doesn't need to worry for now...

No, the young prince is naive and doesn't have such thoughts, but that doesn't mean that people outside don't have ulterior motives towards him. His Highness is kind, naive, and soft-hearted; what if he gets tricked by someone?

Take, for example, Yu Wenhuai today...

Tinglan raised his hand and rubbed his temples. How could he make this little blockhead understand? If he didn't understand, he could still hold him in his arms and hide him away, but there were always outsiders eyeing him.

This is really difficult. We can't keep him tied down and prevent him from going outside.

The candlelight went out, and Tinglan gazed at the sleeping prince, lost in thought.

The fox woke up, and it was another happy day, a day for eating, drinking, playing, and having fun.

My good friend has disappeared. I woke up this morning and couldn't find him. Being human is so busy. It's better to be a fox.

With a bun in its mouth, the fox happily headed out. Two Imperial Guards stood like door gods outside the gate. Upon seeing him approach, they bowed in unison, swords in hand, and said, "Greetings, Your Highness Prince An."

The fox was taken aback. "Who are you?"

"Your Highness, I was sent by the Grand Master to protect you personally."

The fox suddenly understood and nodded.

My best friend has arranged two playmates for me! Yay!

"Have you eaten yet? If not, there are steamed buns in the small kitchen," the fox asked excitedly.

"Thank you, Your Highness. I have already used it."

"Really not going to eat it? It's filled with shiitake mushrooms and meat, it tastes pretty good, and there are also some snacks."

The two Imperial Guards exchanged a glance. "Then... thank you, Your Highness."

Inside the Directorate of Ceremonial, Tinglan, who had been busy all morning, finally had a moment to relax. He summoned Chen Yu and asked, "Where did His Highness go today?"

Chen Yu lowered his head, looking down at his nose and inward, and said, "Reporting to the Grand Secretary, His Highness did not come today."

Tinglan raised an eyebrow and tossed the string of beads in her hand onto the table. "I'll go take a look."

What's going on? He specifically chose two clever Imperial Guards to accompany him, just in case some people were restless, but why didn't the young prince come today?

Turning in from outside the gate of Changqiu Palace, you can hear the sound of someone reading aloud in the distance.

Pushing open the door, one could see the young prince lying comfortably on the couch, a preserved plum dangling from his mouth. Beside him, two imperial guards were present; one was reading a story to him, while the other was stuffing snacks into his own mouth.

These Imperial Guards are all from aristocratic families, and they are all usually arrogant and haughty. Why are they willing to do this kind of servant's job now?

They really shot themselves in the foot.

Tinglan stood at the door, suppressing her anger, and coughed softly.

The Imperial Guard was startled and immediately dropped his book and snacks, bowing respectfully, "Greetings, Chief Inspector."

The fox didn't realize that its good friend was having some emotional issues, and happily went up to greet him, saying, "The person who delivered this to me is so kind; they read the storybook so loudly."

"I'm glad Your Highness is happy, but these two have some important matters to attend to right now, so they can't stay with Your Highness. Please don't be offended, Your Highness."

The old man's voice sounded calm and emotionless, but his fists were clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.

Upon hearing this, the two Imperial Guards immediately and very perceptively saluted, bowed, and left the room, closing the door behind them.

"Is it that urgent? Are you leaving already?" The fox even stuck its head out to look.

"Yes, they've left. This servant will now serve Your Highness." The Ninth Prince said this through gritted teeth, his tone somewhat stiff.

The fox shook its head blankly. "No, I have to take care of you."

Upon hearing this, Tinglan suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing.

The fox continued, "You're not in good health and still have old injuries, so don't overexert yourself. There are many things I can do myself, so just leave them to me."

"What should this servant do?"

The fox pondered for a moment, then stroked its chin earnestly and replied, "Then I'll serve you in bed."

This job is great, not tiring at all. It's warm and cozy in bed, very comfortable, pure enjoyment.

Hehe, I'm such a thoughtful fox, I'm so great!