Chapter 32: Beauty Trap 10 “Your Highness, we see each other every day…
Hearing this address, Zhu Song knew he was drunk and confused. He walked over and stood in front of him, looking down at him. His misty eyes and moist lips made people want to touch him, but Zhu Song did not move. He only said softly, "It's getting late and the dew is heavy. I will help Your Highness go back to his room to rest."
Wen Fengxuan shook his head and rejected him. His moist lips moved, revealing his sorrow. "Little Immortal Official, I miss my mother." He looked up at the sky and asked in a puzzled voice, "Little Immortal Official, which one do you say is my mother?"
The night wind seemed to sink Zhu Song's heart. He sat down beside him and looked up at the sky. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Zhu Song had always had a happy family, and so had his friends. He had never deeply considered what it would be like to lose his mother at a young age. He turned his head to look at Wen Fengxuan, who was still looking up, stubbornly searching for answers in the night sky, his eyes bright and watery. The brightest star had always been in him, but he had never seen it.
"That one." Zhu Song raised his hand and pointed. Wen Fengxuan raised his head in the direction of his finger, and Zhu Song followed his gaze.
Zhu Song said, "The Customs and Meanings of Customs" records that 'When the world was first created, Nuwa kneaded the yellow earth to create humans, and drew the starlight as their soul. Upon death, their bodies returned to the yellow earth, and their souls returned to the heavens.' Your Highness is concerned about the Empress, and the Empress is also concerned about Your Highness. She will definitely appear in Your Highness's sight."
His eyelashes trembled, and tears rolled down his face. Wen Fengxuan cried without making any sound, as if his grievances were scattered in the night sky, without causing any waves. When Zhu Song looked back at him, he was startled. "Your Highness."
Wen Fengxuan lay on the table, tilting his head as if he was not feeling well. Zhu Song was worried about him and repeated, "It's late, Your Highness, let me help you go back to your room to rest."
Wen Fengxuan still shook his head, tears streaming down his face, his voice muffled, "No, you'll be gone after I fall asleep. I don't know when I can see you again."
Hearing his childish words, Zhu Song was a little amused and said, "Your Highness, we see each other every day."
Wen Fengxuan refuted him, "No, it's been a long time since we last saw each other."
Zhu Song thought, even if his memories were different when he was awake and unconscious, it would only be a few days. But he didn't say that. He said, "I won't come after you stop sleeping."
Wen Fengxuan was stunned, but his tears flowed even more fiercely. He stared at Zhu Song, his nose red from crying. Zhu Song was stunned and frantically took out a handkerchief to wipe his tears, but Wen Fengxuan turned his head away. Zhu Song kept saying, "I'll come, I will definitely come. I was just joking with you. I was wrong. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Wen Fengxuan buried half of his face in his arms, his voice becoming increasingly dull. "Do you also think I'm not well behaved? When I was little, they all said that my mother didn't want me because she thought I was not well behaved. Do you not want me anymore?"
"Nonsense." Zhu Song cursed first, then hurriedly explained, "The Queen wouldn't think that Your Highness is not well behaved. Your Highness is the best."
Wen Fengxuan then looked him straight in the eye, "What about you?"
Zhu Song reached out and gently wiped his tears with a handkerchief, "In my heart, Your Highness is the most well-behaved child."
Wen Fengxuan retorted, "I'm not a child anymore." After saying that, he angrily pulled off the handkerchief in Zhu Song's hand. The handkerchief was gone, but Zhu Song's hand was still there, hanging in the air only a breath away from Wen Fengxuan's face. When Zhu Song was about to retract it, two lines of tears suddenly fell from his clean face, crystal clear.
Zhu Song couldn't help himself and put his fingers on Wen Fengxuan's face. He wiped his tears with his fingertips and said in a gentle voice, "I was wrong. Your Highness is not a child anymore. You are an adult, the most obedient adult. Don't cry, okay?"
Wen Fengxuan said to him, "If you comfort me, I will stop crying."
This really stumped Zhu Song. He had lied to people and beaten people in his life, but he had never coaxed anyone like this.
After a moment of silence, Wen Fengxuan couldn't stand it anymore. "If you don't comfort me, I'm going to cry again."
Zhu Song was amused by him, but forced himself to hold back his laughter, and said patiently and gently, "I've never coaxed anyone before, Your Highness, please teach me."
Wen Fengxuan tilted his head and looked at him, Zhu Song also looked at him. The distance between them was very close, Zhu Song could see himself in Wen Fengxuan's eyes. Zhu Song's hand was still on Wen Fengxuan's face. This action was too intimate, but Zhu Song didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Instead, he pinched his face more intimately.
Perhaps this gesture touched Wen Fengxuan, and he finally loosened his lips after pursing them for a long time. He said, "If you say you like me the most, I won't cry anymore."
Zhu Song pursed his lips and smiled. It turns out that he is so easy to coax.
"I like Your Highness the most."
Wen Fengxuan's handsome eyebrows frowned, "That's not it, you have to say the name."
Zhu Song thought for a moment and then said, "Zhu Song likes His Highness the most."
Wen Fengxuan told him: "My name is Wen Fengxuan."
Zhu Song hesitated for a moment. Seeing this, Wen Fengxuan quickly lowered his eyes and pursed his lips again, "I knew you were lying to me. No one would like me. They all say I am..."
Zhu Song covered his mouth, stopping him from saying self-deprecating words, "Zhu Song likes Wen Fengxuan the most."
Wen Fengxuan still kept his head down, and Zhu Song couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt the warm touch on his hands again and again, and tears splashed everywhere. Zhu Song knew that Wen Fengxuan had lied to him.
Little liar.
Zhu Song was anxious and didn't know what to say. He wasn't a man of few words, but he was always at a loss for words when talking to Wen Fengxuan. In the end, he just called out, "Your Highness."
Wen Fengxuan looked up at him, his long eyelashes stained with tears, about to fall, which made Zhu Song worried.
"I'm happy when you coax me. No one has ever coaxed me like this before."
Wen Fengxuan pulled Zhu Song's hand down, but he didn't let go, and neither did Zhu Song. Wen Fengxuan was frail, and his hands were always cold, with distinct joints. Even his hands were so thin that they couldn't hold Zhu Song's hand.
"I didn't lie to you. I told myself not to cry, but my eyes didn't listen. They were so happy when they saw you, and I couldn't control myself."
Zhu Song stopped talking, and Wen Fengxuan started talking more. However, the more he talked, the less Zhu Song knew what to say, and he began to become uncontrollably sad.
"I am also happy to see Your Highness."
Wen Fengxuan pursed his lips and smiled lightly. He really stopped crying. Zhu Song wiped his tears and said, "I will accompany Your Highness to appreciate the moon."
"Um."
They said they were admiring the moon, but in reality, they were just lying on the table looking at each other. Wen Fengxuan asked him, "Why do you always call me Your Highness? Is that a title from heaven?"
This is too drunk. Zhu Song laughed and explained: "This is a respectful title for the Crown Prince of the East Palace."
After hearing his words, Wen Fengxuan frowned slightly, looking somewhat dissatisfied, "I don't want any honorific title."
This was too much. Zhu Song blinked and was about to speak when Wen Fengxuan said, "I gave myself a nickname. Can you call me by it from now on?"
Zhu Song politely declined, "This... doesn't seem to be in accordance with the rules."
"You're talking to me about rules?" Wen Fengxuan widened his eyes slightly and stared at Zhu Song, seeming even more dissatisfied.
This actually caught Zhu Song's attention. He seemed to have never explained the rules to Wen Fengxuan at this time, but it was wrong not to explain it before, so he had to explain it now.
"I have to tell you..."
Before he could finish his words, Wen Fengxuan accused him: "The last time you gave me a bath, it hurt me so much..."
Oh my god, is this something you can say in public? Zhu Song quickly reached out and covered Wen Fengxuan's mouth, "Call me by my nickname. These things are secrets between us and cannot be told to anyone."
Looking into Zhu Song's eyes, Wen Fengxuan nodded. Zhu Song let him go only after he was sure that he would not say anything more.
"Can I still tell you our secret?"
This... Zhu Song hesitated for a moment, but seeing Wen Fengxuan's expectant eyes, he replied: "Yes...Yes."
Wen Fengxuan said: "You really hurt me last time."
silence...
Zhu Song looked at Wen Fengxuan saying this seriously and didn't know where to put his face.
"Feel sorry."
Wen Fengxuan responded naturally, "Then be gentler next time."
Zhu Song wanted to escape, so why did he feel guilty about kidnapping a child? No, Wen Fengxuan in this state was like a child.
But at this moment, there was no way to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and reply, "Okay."
Wen Fengxuan blinked his eyes and seemed to be in a very good mood. Zhu Song suddenly wondered whether Wen Fengxuan knew what the things that happened between them meant.
"Your Highness."
As soon as he called her, Wen Fengxuan corrected him, "You should call her by her nickname."
"Nickname." Zhu Song called out obediently, but Wen Fengxuan burst out laughing. "Little Immortal Official, you are so funny."
Zhu Song knew that he had made a fool of himself, but it was worth it when he saw Wen Fengxuan smile.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Wen Fengxuan became unhappy again, "Why don't you ask me what my nickname is?"
Oh, so you still have to ask, no wonder you can't wait. Zhu Song asked gently: "What is your Highness's nickname?"
Wen Fengxuan replied: "Fuyue. Do you think it sounds good?"
Zhu Song nodded. "That sounds good. What's the story?"
Wen Fengxuan looked up at the moon in the sky and said, "The bright moon is hanging high in the sky with me. I want to touch it too."
Zhu Song looked at Wen Fengxuan. The moonlight illuminated his expression, which was quiet and calm. However, Zhu Song felt as if a jar of vinegar had been overturned in his body, soaking his heart and making him feel unbearable pain.
After a moment of silence, Wen Fengxuan turned his gaze towards Zhu Song, slightly surprised, "Little Immortal Official, why are your eyes red?"
Zhu Song lowered his head and wiped it off to cover up. "Oh, there's some sand in my eyes. It's okay. It will be fine in a while."
Wen Fengxuan stretched out his hand to him, "Let me help you wipe it."
Zhu Song quickly raised his head and said, "No need, it's already out."
"Oh." Wen Fengxuan withdrew his hand and continued to lie on the table looking at Zhu Song. Zhu Song blinked a few times quickly and calmed down.
Wen Fengxuan said to him, "Call me."
Zhu Song paused for a moment, then called out softly, "Fu Yue."
Wen Fengxuan pursed his lips and smiled, "I've had this name for many years, and today it finally became a real name."
Zhu Song was speechless, but Wen Fengxuan didn't care. He asked, "Little Immortal Official, do you have a nickname?"
The topic changed, and the pain in his heart disappeared. Zhu Song replied, "I have a name. Your Highness, you can just call me Yafeng."
"Yafeng, Fengya, Mingsong, very clever." Wen Fengxuan praised it and asked, "Don't you have a nickname?"
Zhu Song paused, and Wen Fengxuan saw it and pointed it out without any hesitation, "Yes, but you don't want to tell me."
"It's better for you to listen carefully, Fu Yue. I'm afraid you'll laugh at me if I tell you." Zhu Song was afraid that he would be angry again, so he hurried to explain.
Wen Fengxuan said: "I won't."
Zhu Song didn't say anything, and Wen Fengxuan became unhappy, "You don't believe me."
He lowered his eyes, curled his lips, and turned his head away as if he had suffered a great injustice. Zhu Song's heart softened at the sight of him, "Hei Xiaobao, that was my childhood nickname."
Zhu Song had many nicknames when he was a child. Meng Xiaohe called him whatever came to mind, such as Xiaobao, Xiaodan, Little Sweetheart, and Little Ancestor. Later, when he grew up and got very tanned, he was called Hei Xiaotan, Hei Xiaohou, etc. Hei Xiaobao was the name he was called the most and for the longest time, so it became his nickname.
Zhu Song didn't know whether Wen Fengxuan heard it or not, because he noticed that he hadn't moved for a while. When he went over to take a look, he found that he was already fast asleep.
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