Chapter 54 The Teaching Effect of the Ninth Prince: "I Want to Do It Again"...

Inside Changqiu Palace, in Prince An's bedroom, the warm candlelight flickered, casting long shadows of the two people at the table.

A small booklet with a blue cover lay askew on the table; it looked quite ordinary.

"Tinglan, why aren't you saying anything?" the fox asked, nudging her friend's side.

Tinglan's fingers trembled slightly as she rested her head on the book. She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking, "The person in the book is..."

He didn't know how to explain it. He couldn't bring himself to say it directly, and if he tried to be subtle, the young prince wouldn't understand and would probably keep asking questions.

Tinglan's pale lips opened and closed, finally managing to utter with difficulty, "They are... being intimate."

The fox blinked, tilted its head, and planted a kiss on Tinglan's cheek, asking in a daze, "Like this?"

Tinglan's breath hitched, and she nodded stiffly, "More or less... I guess so."

The fox picked up the book again, flipped through it once more, pointed to the illustrations, and asked, "So what's happening in the back? Can we do that too?"

Tinglan closed her eyes and tilted her head. "If Your Highness is willing... then so be it."

Upon hearing this, the fox cheered, jumped up while clutching the book, and happily circled around Tinglan. "Then am I Tinglan's favorite person?"

"The book says that only people who like each other can do this." The fox's eyes sparkled as it clung to Tinglan's arm, tilted its head, and asked expectantly.

A foolish fox with little education naturally thinks everything written in the book makes sense and needs to be strictly followed...

He needed to be sure that he was Tinglan's favorite person before he could continue.

Although that statement does make a lot of sense.

Tinglan felt as if something was stuck in his heart. He had a thousand words to say, but in the end, he could only nod with a trembling hand.

Never mind, whatever you say, it all boils down to the same thing.

Tinglan likes Ji Qing.

I like it very, very much.

The fox took his book, hopped and skipped to sit on the bed, turned the pages one by one, and began to study it, pointing with his finger. Although he couldn't quite understand the content, he could always make sense of the pictures.

"Why aren't the people in the book wearing clothes? Should I take mine off too?" the fox asked earnestly, looking up at the book.

"Now... is that alright?" Tinglan took off her outer robe and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling nervous.

"Okay." The fox obediently did as instructed.

He put the book aside, moved closer, and moved slowly, as if he was thinking about what to do next.

After all, the fox was just a silly fox; its fluffy, clumsy brain couldn't remember much.

Tinglan gripped her sleeve, her breathing rapid. Her gaze swept across Ji Qing's face before turning to look at the curtains hanging in front of the bed, where their shadows were imprinted, like mandarin ducks entwined.

The fox's heart suddenly raced. He stared at Tinglan's reddened ear tips, braced his hands on the edge of the bed, slowly moved his hips, then tilted his head back and placed a kiss on Tinglan's reddened earlobe.

This step wasn't written in the book, but the fox wanted to do it, so he did.

Tinglan's earlobes felt cold; he had just returned from outside and still carried some winter chill with him.

The warm, soft lips pressed against the slightly cool earlobe created a wonderful sensation.

For both of them.

After the kiss, the fox sat there blankly, carefully considering the next step.

He carefully took Tinglan's hand, their fingers intertwined, and then leaned forward.

The fox's fingers were very soft, almost boneless, while Tinglan's index finger had calluses from years of holding a pen, making the texture completely different.

Those long, slender fingers, seemingly boneless, gently caressed Tinglan's chest through his palm.

The fox asked very obediently, "Can I take off my clothes now?"

"Your Highness, close your eyes," Tinglan said, taking a deep breath.

Foxes are always obedient; when told to close their eyes, they immediately close them tightly, even covering them with their hands.

Tinglan struggled to get up and blew out the pair of red candles beside the bed. The bedroom was instantly plunged into silent darkness, with only the cold moonlight shining down from the window.

The fox was still obediently keeping its eyes closed. "Can you open your eyes now?"

"Don't look at me, okay?" Tinglan's voice was hoarse, almost pleading.

"Okay... but why? I want to see you, I like to see you too." The fox asked in confusion, still covering its eyes, looking up and whispering.

Tinglan fell silent. After hesitating for a long time, he said, "I'm not pretty."

"Nonsense, you're the prettiest."

“I’m not pretty,” Tinglan said again.

"Don't talk nonsense. I've seen you, and you're very beautiful." The fox muttered in rebuttal. He had only been well-behaved for a short while before he started to act unreasonably. "I don't care, I don't care. I like you no matter what you look like."

Hmph, I have an extra tail compared to you people, but I don't think I'm not pretty.

You are a beautiful person, and I am a beautiful fox. We are a perfect match and very, very good friends.

Tinglan lowered his head, his fingers trembling as he unbuttoned his clothes. The smooth, delicate silk fabric flowed down his fingertips like water.

He kept one last item for himself.

A thin undergarment barely covered his thighs, just enough to conceal what he didn't want the young prince to see.

He turned around, took the little prince's hand, and placed it on his face.

"Your Highness, please open your eyes."

To the fox, extinguishing the candle made no difference.

The fox could still clearly see the person in front of him, from his face to his trembling eyelashes, and the moonlight reflected on his hair.

The fox gently got up, stretched out her hands, wrapped them around Tinglan's neck, and, as if playing, pulled him down onto the bed.

The two locked eyes, their long hair intertwined.

The rest will require the Ninth Prince to teach me step by step...

This process may have been somewhat embarrassing, but fortunately, the teaching effect was very good.

"Why are you crying? Does it hurt a lot?" The fox rested its chin on Tinglan's shoulder and tilted its head to ask him.

"It doesn't hurt..."

"Your Highness...you...are ready..."

Tinglan was delirious, his fingers clutching the bed curtains, instinctively wanting to escape; he was reaching his limit.

But a pair of long, strong hands immediately gripped his waist, and the voice behind him sounded somewhat aggrieved, "Did I make you hate me?"

"But I want to do it again, brother, okay?"

Upon hearing the word "brother," Tinglan trembled, barely managing to turn around to glance at the person behind her. Gasping for breath, she resignedly released her grip on the bed curtains.

That fox is utterly shameless; he's over two hundred years old, yet he calls someone in their twenties "brother."

But there was nothing he could do; that good brother was very pleased, and the fox proudly put his hands on his hips.

...

The next morning.

A radiant fox opened its eyes with great enthusiasm.

The person next to me was still wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep, with long hair scattered on the pillow, dried tear stains on her face, and red marks on her neck.

In any case, the Emperor must take a day off today.

The fox gently embraced the person beside her, gave him a quick kiss, and then snuggled up to Tinglan with great satisfaction, sniffing the scent of incense on his neck like a puppy.

The fox hugged Tinglan happily, looked up at the ceiling of the bed, and felt very satisfied.

This kind of life is great. I can be with my good friends, eat and drink to my heart's content every day, and go out to play from time to time.

He chuckled and rolled over, snuggling straight into Tinglan's arms.

After laughing enough, he tiptoed to his feet, put on his clothes, and carefully walked outside.

The book had fallen to the ground yesterday. The fox carefully picked it up. He had already tried it with his good friend, and the instructions in the book were very good.

This is truly a great book.

What others say is true; one should read more books. There is a wealth of knowledge in books. If one doesn't read, one wouldn't even know that such a thing exists.

The illiterate fox sighed, feeling that he had suffered because of his lack of education. He wished he had known about this earlier.

After all, you should do happy things early.

He put on his outer robe, pushed open the door, and prepared to go to the small kitchen to cook something delicious.

Tinglan seemed really tired last night; she needs to replenish her energy.

Why don't we go get some chicken soup instead?

The fox, who had exhausted Tinglan, tiptoed to the small kitchen.

The faint morning light shone through the window. There was a light mist this morning, and the sunlight was not glaring. Tinglan slowly opened his eyes and subconsciously reached out to touch the space beside him, but found nothing.

Suddenly jolted awake, Tinglan struggled to sit up, looking at the empty bed with a pang of sadness in her heart.

As he moved, his lower back began to ache, as if it had been crushed by something heavy.

"Hiss." Tinglan gasped, supporting her waist as she struggled to get out of bed.

Where did Ji Qing go?

A loud banging noise came from outside the door, and a moment later, the door opened a crack, revealing the fox's furtive eyes.

"Um... I was going to make chicken soup, but the chicken suddenly jumped onto the roof and flew away. I made you some porridge instead. Would you like some?"

The fox opened the door fully and stood in the doorway, asking softly, "Did you sleep well last night...?"

"good."

Tinglan's ears involuntarily turned red when she thought about what happened last night.

"Did I bully you last night?" the fox asked cautiously again.

“It doesn’t count as…bullying.” Tinglan looked away.

Very good, now the fox understands that in some situations, bullying someone doesn't count as bullying.

Of course, this only applies to Tinglan.

The fox happily stepped forward and hugged him, "Can we continue in the future?"

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Author's note: Sorry I'm late [crying emoji]