Chapter 11 Your sword practice is so beautiful!
When he returned to his own courtyard, Nanny Zhang saw him and Chunhua dragging heavy bedding in, and she squinted her eyes with a confused look.
“What is this doing?”
Nanny Zhang stepped forward to help carry the quilt: "Why did you bring the quilt back? Why didn't you tell me that the princess was afraid of the cold? You just went to get it yourself?"
Chunhua smiled and explained, "No, Ma'am, this is the prince's quilt."
"The prince's quilt?" Aunt Zhang's eyes widened and her expression changed instantly: "What are you doing with the prince's quilt?"
Song Huaixi hugged the quilt and replied proudly: "This way, the prince can sleep with me!"
"This..." Nanny Zhang looked at his proud little look, feeling helpless but wanting to laugh.
What kind of method is this?
Only Song Huaixi could have thought of this. With so many quilts in the palace, is this one still missing?
Everyone in the room had a confused expression, but no one said anything.
After all, in Song Huaixi's opinion, this was a brilliant idea he came up with.
After washing up in the evening, Song Huaixi lay on the bed, with bedding and pillows brought from Zhao Fangye's room beside him.
He thought that this way he would be able to accomplish his task of not sleeping in a separate room from Zhao Fangye.
But he tossed and turned in bed until late at night, but he didn't see Zhao Fangye push the door and come in to sleep.
Nanny Zhang, who was on night watch, heard some noise on the bed and knew that Song Huaixi was still asleep. Holding the lamp, he walked to his bedside.
"Princess, it's time to go to bed. The prince won't come, so go to sleep." She tucked the corner of the quilt for him.
Song Huaixi poked her head out from under the quilt, her eyes full of confusion: "Why? Mammy."
He didn't understand why Zhao Fangye didn't come.
"Princess, there are many quilts in the palace, you just took one. There are still many, the prince only needs to take another one."
Hearing her say this, Song Huaixi immediately got up from the bed: "Then I'm going to take away all the quilts, so that he can only come to my place to sleep."
Aunt Zhang held him down and stuffed him back into the quilt: "That won't do. There are so many quilts. How can you take them all?"
"What shall we do then?"
Song Huaixi was very distressed after hearing this and didn't know how to complete the task his mother gave him.
"Since the prince doesn't come to sleep with you, you can go to sleep with him, my silly princess."
Nanny Zhang sighed and gave him some advice.
"Yes!"
Why didn’t he think of this? This also counts as sleeping together!
"Mammy, you are so smart!" As she said that, Song Huaixi was about to get out of the bed and wanted to find Zhao Fangye immediately.
Nanny Zhang quickly pulled the quilt over him and wrapped him up. Although there was a heating system in the room, the sudden change in temperature could still make him sick.
Song Huaixi has had a weak constitution since childhood, and once he is sick, the condition lingers for a long time and never gets better.
"What are you doing, princess? It's so late now. Don't disturb the prince's rest. Do you remember what the lady said?"
Song Huaixi tilted his head and thought for a while: "I can't sleep in a separate room from the prince. I can't let the prince hate me."
"By the way, if you go to the prince now, he will find you annoying. Be obedient and go tomorrow, okay?"
"knew."
Seeing Song Huaixi lying down and sleeping obediently, Nanny Zhang turned around and walked out with relief.
The next morning, as soon as Song Huaixi opened his eyes, he took his things and went to Zhao Fangye's yard.
Nanny Zhang looked at him and stopped him: "It's still early. Princess can go to the prince for dinner first. This is also a way to get close to the prince."
Yes, why didn't he think of it. So he hurriedly got out of bed, washed, dressed, and then he remembered that he didn't know where Zhao Fangye was.
"Mammy, I don't know where the prince is." Song Huaixi continued to worry.
At this time, Chunhua came over and said, "The prince has the habit of practicing sword in the morning, and he should be in the backyard now. Princess, you can go and take a look."
"Really?"
Song Huaixi immediately ran out of the door excitedly. When he arrived at the backyard, he saw Zhao Fangye practicing sword under a tree in a tight outfit.
A dark suit tightly wrapped his tall figure, and in his hand he held a silver sword that shone with a cold light. As Zhao Fangye swung the sword, a sharp edge was drawn in the air.
He carried the sword with him, his steps were light and agile, and every move was fierce and decisive. The movement of swinging the sword was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air.
Zhao Fangye's pale eyes were deep and cold, and he exuded a cold and hostile aura when he practiced sword.
Zhao Fangye was very different when practicing sword than he usually was. Usually he was indifferent to everything he did.
While practicing sword, he seemed to be venting his dissatisfaction. He was alive and did not look like a cold puppet.
Song Huaixi could feel something was different, but he couldn't tell what it was. I always feel that Zhao Fangye is unhappy when he is practicing sword.
After standing in the corridor and watching for a long time, Zhao Fangye finally stopped.
Catching a glimpse of the figure in the corridor, Zhao Fangye said calmly, "How long have you been here? Come here."
When Song Huaixi heard him calling her, she immediately ran over happily.
"You look so handsome when you practice swordplay!" Song Huaixi said bluntly, his eyes full of admiration: "You look like the heroes in my comic books! So awesome!"
Hearing his childish words, Zhao Fangye just wiped the sword carelessly. After practicing for so long, his breathing was still steady and not disordered at all.
Zhao Fangye wiped the sword and threw it to his adjutant Sun Shuo, then looked at Song Huaixi: "What are you doing here?"
The winter morning wind was biting cold, and Song Huaixi stood in the corridor for a long time. The tip of her nose was red from the cold, but her eyes were burning as she looked at him.
No one had ever looked at him with such eyes. His pure eyes were filled with his own image. It's as if I am his whole world.
Song Huaixi remembered the purpose of his visit and said excitedly, "I came to have breakfast with you!"
Zhao Fangye refused mercilessly: "I have already had breakfast."
He wanted to distance himself from this little fool, but he didn't expect that the little fool kept getting closer to him.
He didn't like the way the little fool's heart and eyes were filled with only him, as it would give him an illusion. He didn't need such an illusion.
In the past world, there was always silence around Zhao Fangye, and he was very uncomfortable when a chattering person suddenly broke in.
"Ah?" The expectant eyes immediately dimmed, Song Huaixi looked frustrated and very dissatisfied: "Why do you eat so early?"
Adjutant Sun on the side seemed to want to say something but stopped himself. In fact, the prince had not had breakfast either. But he didn't understand why the prince refused.
Seeing him like this, Zhao Fangye's expression slightly changed: "Why must I accompany you to dine?"
"No reason. I just want to have dinner together."
Song Huaixi's answer was simple and pure. He really wanted to have dinner with Zhao Fangye. He would think so even if it wasn't a mission.
"Let's go, then."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Fangye uttered a few words lightly, and Song Huaixi thought he had heard it wrong. Even the adjutant next to him thought he was hallucinating.
After reacting, Song Huaixi immediately followed his pace.
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