Two months later, as the New Year was approaching, Zhou Huaiyan returned to the palace.

Underage princes usually live with their mothers. He lost his mother when he was born, and his biological mother was a royal concubine, so in name only, Zhou Huaiyan was raised by the empress dowager.

However, the old man was obsessed with worshiping Buddha and didn't care about the affairs of the harem, so Zhou Huaiyan became the only prince who lived alone in a bedroom in the palace.

The first thing the young man did after returning to the palace was to pay a visit to the emperor as usual.

After dealing with the Wang family and changing the owner of Yanzhou, Emperor Zhou was in a good mood. After all, the emperors of ancient times thought about centralization throughout their lives. After a few pleasantries as usual, Zhou Huaiyan was helped out by the head maid and returned to the bedroom on a walking stick.

——Writing homework.

The young man was bent over his desk, his face filled with worry.

Since the assassination attempt was completed, the Duke of Wei has been giving him homework every day for the past two months. How many books should he read today, how many words should he write tomorrow, and even worse, he was asked to write poetry?!

Zhou Huaiyan's face was almost like a bitter gourd, as he had to write until the evening every day. Ah Fei followed Wei He to practice martial arts every day, and made rapid progress. Compared with his calligraphy, Xiao Mao's performance was praised by his teacher.

Zhou Huaiyan felt that Duke Wei had done it on purpose. He had let He Jin tell him the news first. Why was he so petty?

"What's the saying that handwriting reflects the person? My Lord is so handsome, so what if my handwriting is ugly? It's enough as long as it can be understood."

The boy muttered to himself while writing angrily.

He was used to using a hard pen and simplified Chinese characters, and he didn't study hard when he was young, so naturally he couldn't write this complicated ancient style well.

Hearing this, Ah Fei, who was grinding ink, couldn't help but lower her eyes to look at his profile and whispered in agreement.

"Yes, Master...it looks good."

Zhou Huaiyan couldn't help but rub his head.

"My Ah Fei still has good taste."

【My Ah Fei...】

He belongs to the master.

The kitten's face flushed slightly, but he continued to grind the ink with his head down. Hongdou didn't look away.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhou Huaiyan couldn't write any more. He supported his face with one hand and stared at Ah Fei in boredom. The little cat's facial features were very good, with the deep and three-dimensional bone structure of the West and the mysterious and warm skin of the East, which blended perfectly together.

This reminded Zhou Huaiyan of some mixed-race teenagers he had seen in magazines.

Perhaps the Feng Shui of the Xian'an Pavilion was indeed good for health. Two months later, Ah Fei finally gained some weight and seemed to have grown taller. In addition, she practiced martial arts every day, and if she took off her clothes at this moment, she could still see the faint muscle texture on her upper body.

As if noticing the boy's overly scorching gaze, Ah Fei's ears quietly turned a layer of pink.

——The master is looking at him.

Ah Fei knew that his appearance was not as delicate and handsome as Zhou Ren's, but did this mean that the master liked his face to some extent?

"How about Ah Fei help me write it?"

Zhou Huaiyan suddenly spoke,

【Writing for...the master?】

Ah Fei's eyes showed a hint of surprise, mixed with a hint of disappointment.

——It turned out that the master wanted him to help with writing.

"Writing... is not good."

The kitten waved his hands in panic. How could someone of his status be qualified to use his master's brush? You know, the brush in the boy's hand alone is enough to buy a dozen of him.

"What's wrong with that?"

Zhou Huaiyan stuffed the brush into his hand as if he was throwing away a hot potato.

"It can't be uglier than what I write."

Ah Fei: “…”

Red Bean: “…”

When he said this, the boy showed no shame at all. If he was given a pen to write simplified Chinese characters, it might shock them.

Unfortunately, Zhou Huaiyan didn't study these complicated ancient characters seriously when he was young, so it was great that he could recognize them all now. Ah Fei was very nervous holding the pen, but she had to copy them carefully, stroke by stroke.

After a while, looking at the words on the rice paper, Hongdou and Zhou Huaiyan fell silent.

"A Fei, I mean for you to copy calligraphy or write it yourself. Not..."

Zhou Huaiyan looked at the confused little cat and was speechless.

"I'm not asking you to copy my handwriting."

Looking at the almost identical dog-crawling bodies on the two pieces of rice paper, Zhou Huaiyan couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand.

The young eunuch Dousha came in, looking helpless.

"Your Highness, the Thirteenth Prince is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a joyful child's voice came from outside -

"Brother Xiaojiu!"

Zhou Huaiyan was hugged by the child. He looked down and saw a chubby face full of worry.

"Minmin, I heard that you were assassinated. How are you? Are you okay?"

Zhou Huaimin, the thirteenth prince, is nine years old this year. His biological mother is a court lady in the palace. Among the princes whose maternal families are prominent and noble, he seems particularly humble.

That year, Zhou Huaimin's mother was seriously ill. Someone among the concubines was mischievous, and the imperial physician refused to see her. The child came crying to Zhou Huaiyan for help. It was also a snowy night, and when the five-year-old child ran to the bedroom, he was almost frozen to death.

Zhou Huaiyan looked at him with pity, and casually pointed to Doctor Li beside him. Who knew that from then on, this adopted brother became his little tail.

"How can a few little assassins hurt me?"

Zhou Huaiyan grabbed Xiao Shisan by the back of his collar and pulled him down, speaking with a disdainful tone.

"I haven't seen you for two months. How come you've gained so much weight? Hurry up, don't you know that I'm not feeling well?"

The child suddenly became nervous, and his round face wrinkled into a ball.

"Ah! It's Minmin's fault. Was Brother Xiaojiu hit?"

Zhou Huaiyan looked at the child's clothes and asked,

"Why are you wearing hunting clothes?"

"Ah! By the way, I came here to tell Brother Xiaojiu that Brother Eight sent someone to tell us today that he has prepared some new and interesting things in the enclosure, and asked us to go together. The other brothers should also go."

[Paddock?]

Zhou Huaiyan fell into deep thought.

Watching the two's intimate interaction, Ah Fei couldn't help but reveal a look of envy. Little Nine Brother and Eighth Brother, just hearing these titles, one can tell who is closer and who is more distant.

At the same time, Xiao Shisan also noticed the strange face next to the boy.

"Brother Xiaojiu, is this the foreign slave you like?"

Minmin looked at Ah Fei curiously.

"His eyes are so beautiful, as beautiful as emeralds."

【I like it! 】

Ah Fei's body stiffened, and the tips of her ears began to burn red. However, Zhou Huaiyan glanced at the child with a cold expression.

"What foreign slave? This is my new servant."

Xiao Shisan immediately changed his words.

"Yes! Minmin called the wrong name."

Ah Fei listened in silence, but chewed over every word the boy said in her heart, and made the explanation she wanted as if deceiving herself.

[The master denied the foreign slave, but did not deny his love for her. 】

Zhou Huaiyan rubbed the child's head vigorously.

"Wait, I'm going to change my clothes and see what Lao Ba is up to."

"Okay, Minmin, wait for Brother Xiaojiu."

Xiao Shisan nodded obediently. When he saw the boy walking away, he turned around and looked at Ah Fei.

"Hey, little book boy, what's your name?"

Seeing the child staring at him curiously, Ah Fei suddenly remembered that he had not done anything polite. He quickly knelt down.

"I have met His Majesty the Thirteenth Prince. My name is Ah Fei."

"A Fei?"

Minmin tilted her head.

“Is it the fei from jadeite?”

The kitten subconsciously touched the mark behind his ear, and his heart was filled with honey-like joy.

"To reply to His Majesty the Thirteenth Prince, yes."

Originally Ah Fei didn't know which character "fei" his master gave him. It was not until the day when he carved the seal that he felt that the seal was a "fei".

Everyone in the capital knows that the Ninth Prince is dissolute and cruel, but he loves jade very much.

Most of the palace maids and servants around him were given names such as Red Bean, Red Bean Paste, and Sesame. Only this foreign slave was given the name "Fei" by Zhou Huaiyan.

Minmin couldn't help showing a look of envy.

"It seems that Brother Xiaojiu likes you very much."

He looked into the inner room and confirmed that Zhou Huaiyan had no intention of coming out immediately. His cute little face immediately turned fierce.

"Hey, foreign slave, listen carefully. Brother Xiaojiu is weak, you are not allowed to take advantage of his pampering and become spoiled. If you are too clingy when serving him at night, you will make brother lose his body..."

Minmin imitated Zhou Huaiyan, raised her chin slightly, and threatened,

"I will beat you to death with a stick!"

[Relying on... relying on being spoiled to be spoiled...? ! ! ]

Ah Fei was stunned.

【At night...infatuated...empty...】

It took him a long time to realize what the nine-year-old prince had said. It turned out that the people in the palace actually viewed the relationship between their master and him in this way.

In an instant, the kitten's neck turned red all the way to its ears.

"Your Highness... Your Highness Thirteen..."

Ah Fei stammered as he tried to explain, but at this moment he strangely felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement in his heart.

The words to explain were right on his lips, but he couldn't say them. In fact, secretly, the little cat didn't want to explain at all.

Let everyone think that the Ninth Prince is really infatuated with him.

Even if it's fake.

"Slave note."

——I directly agreed with Zhou Huaimin’s statement,

Ah Fei crawled on the ground, clenching her fingers tremblingly.

"I will serve you well tonight."

He heard his own heartbeat, which was almost deafening, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I will never let my master suffer any loss..."

"--Loss of what?"

The next second, Zhou Huaiyan's surprised voice came from behind him.

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