Chapter 290 Lying on the board together
King Liang's heart sank.
He strode in, his face sullen. "Although you've regained your freedom, you shouldn't be so unrestrained. How can you walk around freely in Prince Liang's mansion?"
As King Liang spoke, he raised his hand and slammed the coffin lid shut.
"What? You still suspect that I'm lying to you?"
This bastard is actually so suspicious! Fu Yi is just like him, and he really guessed it 100% right!
"Your Highness, please forgive my suspicion. I no longer have any doubts and will naturally serve the Crown Prince wholeheartedly. Please also understand that I have been deceived many times by Your Highness and the Crown Prince in the past, so I have to be on guard."
Jiang Shenyuan bowed.
King Liang: “…”
He curled his lips and forced himself to suppress his anger: "What time is it? Shouldn't you go get something?"
"I'll go right away."
"If this medicine is ineffective, you know what I will do, right?"
"I know, I would never dare to deceive Your Highness."
"roll."
Jiang Shenyuan really left this time.
King Liang did not hide it and simply waved his hand to let people follow.
After everyone had left, King Liang walked back to the coffin and knocked on it.
“…”
King Liang frowned and raised his hand to knock again.
There was still silence inside the coffin.
Prince Liang was a little panicked now: "Fu Yi?"
"Fu Yi!"
He shouted twice and quickly pushed the coffin lid open again.
The person in the coffin was sleeping like a dead person.
King Liang was so frightened that he raised his hand to grab his shoulder.
"Your Highness Prince Liang." The sleeping man uttered four words.
The King of Liang's actions were immediately stopped.
King Liang: "..." "Are you asleep?"
"Well, he was prying at the nail for too long."
"You slept well, aren't you afraid that he will see you and vent his anger and destroy your 'corpse'?" King Liang sneered.
"This is all thanks to His Royal Highness Prince Liang who searched him early and took away his weapons, and arrived just in time."
King Liang: "Haha."
Should have come two steps later.
Prince Liang pushed the coffin lid expressionlessly and closed it again. For a moment, he vaguely saw Fu Yi's eyelids twitch.
The King of Liang's anger at being fooled and Fu Yi's indifference and nonchalant attitude was suppressed.
A bloody shirt.
It is very dirty.
For Prince Danshuo, who has always been famous for his love of cleanliness in the capital, lying here is a huge sacrifice.
After all, it was all for his daughter.
He's a bit cunning, but luckily he uses it on others. "Is that so?" King Liang consoled himself before walking away.
Perhaps because he hadn't received the things yet, or because he felt bad seeing Fu Yi lying in the coffin and felt that he hadn't put in much effort as a father, King Liang was still a little restless when he returned to the house.
…
Lying in a cramped and dark place is not a good feeling.
Close your eyes.
The perception of crampedness will be reduced.
Fu Yi closed his eyes tightly, and kept them closed, just imagining the scene of Cheng Nianying returning to the palace... Without anyone around, she might be more calm and natural...
Fu Yi clenched his finger bones.
A strong smell of blood passed through the nose.
He doesn't hate blood, but he hates dirt.
Especially in such a small space, there is no place to hide from dirt.
Sticky, damp, dirty.
What time is it now? Shouldn’t Ying be sleeping?
Unbearable.
Thoughts flashed through his mind.
Prince Danshuo's official career was indeed smooth sailing, and he got what he wanted at a young age.
Prince Danshuo didn't know that he was afraid of lying in a coffin.
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The moon is especially bright tonight.
Cheng Nianying entered the Prince Liang's Mansion quietly and, relying on her familiarity with the terrain from her previous stay there, she found the place where the coffin was placed.
She touched the place where the nails were driven in and found that they had all been pulled out.
So he pushed the coffin lid open completely, poked his head in and called out, "Fu Yi."
Fu Yi opened his eyes immediately.
The moonlight fell into the courtyard, and together with the firelight, it illuminated Cheng Nianying's beautiful face.
"...Aying." Fu Yi spoke, his voice a little hoarse.
He was a little dazed, but also seemed a little happy: "Why are you here?"
"I don't like Funing Palace very much. It's not very comfortable to live there." Cheng Nianying said, clinging to the wall of the coffin and flipping in.
Fu Yi's eyelids jumped and he opened his arms to take it without thinking.
Cheng Nianying grabbed his wrist and stood firmly in the coffin.
She's also a very good killer.
"Then you want to rest in Prince Liang's Mansion? Or..." Fu Yi moved his lips, "Do you want to go back to the Prince's Mansion? You haven't seen Nanny Shi for a long time."
After saying the second half of the sentence, Fu Yi felt a little bit of anticipation.
Cheng Nianying shook her head, squatted down, and pulled up the top of the coffin with force, followed by a rustling sound.
She lay down with Fu Yi.
Fu Yi's body stiffened: "...a little dirty."
Cheng Nianying murmured: "Yeah, it's a little dirty, but you're not afraid of it anymore."
"Your hands are cold." Cheng Nianying touched the back of his hand and then spoke again.
"Um."
The originally cramped and dark corner suddenly became a world for the two of them.
Cheng Nianying asked, "Where does the Qi flow from?"
Fu Yi felt her hand, grabbed it and moved it to touch the wooden pillow under his head.
The wooden pillow was hollowed out, and when I put my hand in it, it was like entering a bottomless hole, and my fingertips instantly felt the cool breeze.
Cheng Nianying felt the wind and also felt the sweat on Fu Yi's palm.
She couldn't help but be stunned.
Why is Fu Yi sweating coldly?
But after thinking about it, Fu Yi is also a human being, so it is natural that he would break out in a cold sweat.
It must be chilly lying here.
Cheng Nianying couldn't help but hug his arm.
Fu Yi didn't ask her to leave. He was always honest about his desires. He was very happy that A Ying came to see him, so how could he push her away?
Fu Yi took advantage of the situation and hugged Cheng Nianying down so that she could rest her head on his shoulder.
Although the coffin is spacious, it is not a comfortable place to lie in.
"Did Jiang Shenyuan pry the nails out?" Cheng Nianying asked quietly, leaning against his neck.
Fu Yi: “…Yeah.”
"For the medicine..." Cheng Nianying whispered, "Thank you for your hard work."
Fu Yi: “…Yeah.” His voice was actually a little scattered.
Cheng Nianying continued, "We all saw the coffin being carried into Prince Liang's mansion. People from Prince Kang's mansion came to Funing Palace to see me and asked me if I was dead."
Fu Yi finally gathered his thoughts: "Hmm."
"I kind of hate them. If I punish them tomorrow, will that be a problem for you?"
Cheng Nianying thought of the old emperor.
The old emperor liked to reward Fu Yi and punish Prince Kang's Mansion, which made Prince Kang's Mansion hate Fu Yi even more. But Prince Kang's Mansion was really annoying.
"...No." Fu Yi smiled. "The old emperor never asked me, Ah Ying. I'm very happy that you asked me this."
"Well, will Jiang Shenyuan play tricks again?" Cheng Nianying narrowed her eyes slightly and relaxed her body.
Fu Yi did not answer this question. He seemed to be enduring it again and again. Finally, he turned Cheng Nianying's face and kissed her with great intolerance.
Cheng Nianying opened her mouth instinctively, and her tongue was caught.
They were so tightly entangled that they forgot the darkness and the coldness of the coffin.
In the cramped space, there were only the sounds of light breathing and the damp heat that gradually spread from the fingertips to every bone.
Here, King Liang stood up suddenly, finally realizing where his restlessness came from.
Fu Yi hasn't eaten or drunk anything yet, right?
"Go, prepare some food."
King Liang did not bring anyone else with him. He came to the coffin alone in a stealthy manner, holding the food box, and raised his hand to knock on the coffin lid.
“Knock knock.”
"Fu Yi, I brought you some food."
The two people in the coffin froze.
"Anyway, we've tricked them into leaving, so can you get out now?"
"He can't possibly come back to confirm it again, right?"
"Fu Yi?"
"Falling asleep again?"
Prince Liang's heart began to pound again. He nervously put down the food box and asked, "Are you asleep or dead in there?"
After saying that, he reached out and pushed the coffin lid.
Um?
There was no push at all.
Oh! He didn't believe it! Could it be that he couldn't even push the lid of a coffin?
King Liang immediately exerted all his strength.
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