Is Chapter 10 about the fox the Thirteenth Prince keeps? Alcohol is truly a curse…
The Taoist priest who entered the palace left, leaving behind only Zhou Yiqing, who was deeply favored by the emperor. This was perhaps the result Tinglan wanted, but by a twist of fate, a certain fox spirit was very happy.
Now that he no longer had to live in fear, Ji Qing completely let go of his worries and did whatever he wanted.
Even with the fox's ambitions, it can't accomplish much by doing whatever it wants; it just spends all its time clinging to Tinglan.
Today, the Grand Secretary sat at the head of the table reviewing memorials, while the fox was rummaging around next door, making noise every now and then. When it was time for dinner, he ran over to ask Chen Yu, "Is there roast chicken for dinner? The kind brushed with honey."
During his stay in the palace these past few days, Ji Qing has broadened his horizons and developed a taste for fine food. According to his tasting, roasted chicken brushed with honey tastes better than one without.
Chen Yu would never refuse, so he bowed and smiled, "Your Highness, rest assured, the small kitchen is all prepared for you."
After ordering, Ji Qing tiptoed behind the screen and peeked out, thinking to herself, "My good friend is really good-looking. It would be even better if she had a tail."
Chen Yu watched Ji Qing's furtive back and couldn't help but wonder. There was no one in the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs who was so casual, yet the Grand Secretary allowed him to do so. Despite his many years of ups and downs in the palace, Chen Yu still couldn't figure out whether the Thirteenth Prince needed the Grand Secretary's help or whether the Grand Secretary was coaxing the young prince.
Chen Yu patted his head, turned around, and left through the door.
Tinglan had already put away the memorials and picked up a musical score, flipping through it casually. He couldn't focus entirely on the book because a fox spirit was playing with his inkstone next to him.
The Boshan incense burner beside it emits wisps of smoke, and looking at people through the smoke is surreal, as if one is floating in the clouds.
Tinglan sighed, finally putting down the book and pushing the plate of snacks on the table over. "Would Your Highness like some tea and refreshments?"
"I'll skip the tea and just have some snacks." The fox shook his head, put down the ink stick in his hand. He didn't like tea; it was not only bitter, but it also kept him awake.
A moment later, the roast chicken that the fox had been longing for was served along with a small pot of sweet grape wine.
"This is a sweet grape wine from the Western Regions. It's mellow and sweet, but not intoxicating. Your Highness, please have a taste." Tinglan poured a cup for the fox.
There were grapes, and they were sweet, which is what foxes like. I've never tasted them before, but they sounded pretty good.
Ji Qing happily picked up the wine glass, brought it to his nose to smell, and found it was indeed sweet. He then took a sip to taste it.
It's so sweet! So delicious!
He picked up the glass with delight and drank it all in one gulp, exclaiming, "Delicious!"
Then he looked longingly at Tinglan.
"Although it tastes good, it is still wine. Your Highness should drink less." Tinglan handed over a cup and then reached out to take the wine pot from the fox's table.
However, he still overestimated the vixen's alcohol tolerance.
When Ji Qing insisted on demonstrating how to eat two chicken legs in one bite, the Master of the Seal finally realized something was wrong.
"Your Highness?"
"Tinglan, why are you swaying like that?" The fox tugged tightly at Tinglan's sleeve, looking down earnestly. "Why is this floor swaying too? It's so fun."
"Your Highness is drunk. I'll have someone bring you some hangover soup."
The fox couldn't hear Tinglan speaking; he was watching the shadow on the ground. When the hangover soup was brought to his lips, he turned his face away, saying, "It smells weird; I won't drink it."
Tinglan paused, holding the soup. The drunken prince was quite temperamental, so he had no choice but to put the hangover soup aside. "It was my fault today. I will never dare to let Your Highness drink again in the future."
“You’re not wrong. Whoever says you’re wrong, I’ll go beat them up.” The fox heard this clearly, raised its head, and looked straight at him. “You’re the best. I like you the most.”
Tinglan looked away, her tone indifferent, but her ears were unnoticed as she said, "Your Highness is drunk. You should go back and rest as soon as possible."
Everyone knows that you can't trust what a drunk person says.
"I'm not drunk, I'm very happy right now." The fox snorted, tilted its head, pouted, picked up the spoon on the table, carried the bowl to the vase, and said to the green chrysanthemum in the vase, "You look a little wilted and not very energetic. Are you sick? If you're sick, you should eat more."
As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of soup and insisted on feeding it to the person.
In the end, the stubborn drunkard was still hobbled back to the palace.
"Your Highness is drunk. How could you drink so much!" Qiu Yuan took a hot towel and wiped the fox's forehead.
"I didn't drink too much, I only had two glasses, and they were really delicious," the fox said, raising his hand in a serious tone.
Qiu Yuan fell silent, quietly changed the drunken fox's clothes, and tucked him into the bed.
The candlelight in Changqiu Palace was extinguished, and at this moment, the palace and its surroundings were completely silent.
A little white fox wearing a gold necklace squeezed its head through the door and disappeared in a flash.
Ah, this is the taste of running free.
The fox took off running with its paws, then crashed into the wall with a thud.
My head hurts so much.
It's all this wall's fault, why does it keep shaking like that?
The fox got angry, its ears drooped, and it raised its paw and slapped the wall hard.
Ouch, my hand hurts so much.
The fox circled the wall for a while, huffing and puffing, before finally strolling away along the base of the wall. "I, the little fox, am magnanimous and won't hold it against you."
Even at night, the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs was brightly lit, standing out conspicuously in the pitch-black palace.
"Master, this is the account book submitted by the Ministry of Revenue. The staff below have checked it and there are no problems. Please take a look."
Chen Yu placed a booklet on the desk and couldn't help asking again, "Is His Highness the Thirteenth Prince drunk today?"
Tinglan looked down at the account book and said casually, "He was drunk and has already returned to Changqiu Palace. We shouldn't have let him drink today."
"Then I'll remember this, and I won't send wine to His Highness the Thirteenth Prince anymore."
As soon as Chen Yu finished speaking, a strange sound came from the window, as if something was hitting the window paper.
"Who goes there? Where are the guards?" Chen Yu walked to the door, lifted the curtain, and shouted angrily, "How are you all doing your jobs? Is the Chief Secretary's study a place where just anyone can come in?"
The moment Chen Yu lowered his head, his anger vanished completely, and his tone softened, "It's alright, you don't need to come over."
When Tinglan heard that Chen Yu hadn't made a sound for a long time, she got up and walked to the door. There she saw a fox wearing a white jade necklace inlaid with gold lotus flowers patting Chen Yu's thigh with its paw.
Despite being beaten for no reason, Chen Yu had a smile on his face, saying, "This fox is so well-behaved. Is it raised by the Master? It's quite strong."
Tinglan frowned, looking down at the necklace hanging around the fox's neck. If he remembered correctly, the necklace should have been worn around the little prince's neck during the day. After a moment of thought, he said, "Bring him in. It's windy outside."
"Yes." Chen Yu answered happily, bent down to hug the fox, but hugged nothing.
The little fox was as agile as water, leaping out from between Chen Yu's arms and then gracefully standing in front of Ting Lan, its two paws naturally gripping his knees.
This relaxed attitude suddenly reminded Tinglan of someone else.
Tinglan looked down. The fox's two little white ears trembled wildly in the autumn wind. Its two paws were like two pieces of almond cake. It didn't stretch out its paws but obediently put its paw pads on him. In the end, Tinglan couldn't bear it and gave in, bending down to pick up the fox.
The warm, soft feel of the fabric is irresistible to most people once it's in their arms; even a handprint can't resist it.
"Sir, you must be tired of carrying me. How about I carry you for a while?"
"It's alright, he... isn't heavy." Tinglan rubbed the fox's head. The fox's ears were thin and very elastic. When rubbed, they would stand up on their own, making them irresistible.
Tinglan lowered her head, examining the necklace around the fox's neck. She was not mistaken; it was indeed the one worn by the Thirteenth Prince. Could it be that Pei Jiqing, while drunk, had taken off his own jewelry and given it to the fox?
Given the young prince's personality, it's not like he's incapable of doing such a thing. Tinglan smiled and sighed.
Ji Qing felt comfortable being petted in his arms, so he rolled over and his snow-white tail flipped up and landed right next to Ting Lan.
"Wow, this little gadget can even flip over!" Chen Yu exclaimed in surprise.
Tinglan lowered his head upon hearing the sound.
This is a snow-white fox tail without any stray hairs.
Its fur is fluffy, soft, and comfortable, and not just anyone can touch it. It consists of the base of the tail, the tip of the tail, and the middle of the tail, and every part of it feels wonderful to the touch.
Tinglan hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't resist the immense temptation, and reached her hand towards the base of the fox's tail.
He had barely placed his hand on it, before he could even feel it, when the fox's sharp teeth were already gripping his hand, not biting, but just gently holding it in its mouth.
Chen Yu stood up in fright, "Palm seal!"
"It's nothing," Tinglan said calmly.
"Don't be angry. Even ordinary puppies bite like that. They don't mean to bite; they just feel close to you and want to play with you," he said to the fox cautiously.
Tinglan finally pulled his hand out of the fox's mouth, frowned, and casually slapped the fox's butt, "You little rascal."
Ji Qing turned his head away, "Who's the dog? I'm the fox!" But he couldn't speak now, he could only squeak, and no one could understand his anger.
He flew into a rage, slapping Tinglan's chest with his claws before quickly retracting them as if startled.
Wow, why is it so soft?
So comfortable.
Ji Qing stretched out her paw again and gently placed it on top.
After a bit of a commotion with him, the Master's clothes were a little disheveled, and you could vaguely see his collarbone hidden in the shadow of his collar. Tinglan usually wears many layers of clothes, with one collar after another, so you can't tell how big his chest is at all.
The fox abruptly pulled its paw back.
Tinglan smiled helplessly and straightened his collar. "Alright, put this fox in the side hall and close the door. Tomorrow we'll ask the Thirteenth Prince if he keeps this fox."
Upon hearing the words "Thirteenth Prince," Ji Qing suddenly jumped off Ting Lan's lap and ran around the hall in a wild frenzy.
What was I just doing?
The fox lowered its head and could only see its four little white paws.
Why did it reveal its true form? And it even came to Tinglan's room! This is terrible!
Run!
The fox looked around; the gate was locked, and only a small crack in the window was open for ventilation. In its panic, it crashed into the window and ran away in a crooked and erratic manner.
Ugh, my head hurts so much!
My ears hurt so much!
Alcohol is such a bad thing, I'll never drink it again!
The fox covered its head and disappeared into the night.
Inside the house behind them, Tinglan and Chen Yu exchanged a glance, staring at the bent window frame, and muttered to themselves, "They're really strong."
A note from the author:
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Greetings everyone! Please recommend my upcoming novel, a historical romance with a male protagonist and two characters who escape death: "My Nemesis Digs Me Up After My Death."
The former Sword Master of the Immortal Sect, now a traitor, Qin Zhihan has been buried. His death was so coincidental, passing away suddenly before the truth was revealed.
At this moment, he himself was floating on his own grave, watching his nemesis dig up his remains, and he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
Since he's already dead, it's best not to desecrate his corpse.
Things have changed... He's taking my clothes off!
Jiang Tan, are you a pervert?! How could a paragon of righteousness do such a thing?!
Tsk tsk tsk, the world is going to the dogs.
Luckily, I have a good figure, so I'm not afraid of being seen.
…
As a result, Qin Zhihan has now become Jiang Tan's puppet...
Damn it, I was too naive.
I always thought this guy was a hypocrite. He always dressed very conservatively and spoke very seriously, but who knew he was a pervert.
Since becoming a puppet, Qin Zhihan has been pretending to be a human machine every day, unable to help in any way, and harassing Jiang Tan all day long.
But Jiang Tan seems... happy to see it happen?
As expected of Master Jiang, his composure is truly exceptional.
Later, Qin Zhihan watched as Jiang Tan tirelessly worked day and night to find the truth of what happened back then.
He finally couldn't take it anymore and picked the person up and threw them onto the bed.
Get some sleep.
Why are you blushing?!
We are sworn enemies, we don't get along!
One day, Qin Zhihan took a sword for Jiang Tan.
He thought, "Goodbye, Jiang Tan, your little puppet can't be repaired anymore, we're even."
After getting a new shell, Qin Zhihan casually stole himself out, touching that pale and handsome face, feeling extremely distressed.
What kind of clothes is she wearing? They look like Jiang Tan's. Change them.
When Jiang Tan stormed in, Qin Zhihan was happily playing with himself as a dress-up pillow.
Jiang Tan pressed her sword against his neck, her eyes bloodshot, and asked, "What is your past with Qin Zhihan?"
No, what story could I possibly have with myself?!
Am I not just entangled with you all along?
Small Theater No. 1
Jiang Tan lifted the puppet's chin, looked at the pale face of his old friend, and suddenly felt playful. "Call me 'Master' and let me hear it."
Qin Zhihan turned his dark eyes to him, seemingly oblivious to the meaning behind his words, his voice hoarse, "Master."
Upon hearing these two words, Jiang Tan suddenly lost her composure and became completely disoriented.
Qin Zhihan has always been aloof and arrogant. You are indeed not him. In the end, it was all just wishful thinking...
Qin Zhihan, feeling utterly hopeless, was completely bewildered. What had happened? Why wasn't she herself anymore...?
Small Theater No. 2
Jiang Tan burst through the door and saw the man with disheveled white hair lying in Qin Zhihan's arms.
The person he cherished most was treated with such contempt.
Jiang Tan's eyes were red, her fingers trembling so much she could barely hold the sword. Qin Zhihan, what exactly did you love...?
What is it about me that I lack compared to him?
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