Chapter 10 is the gentleman's small resignation "Who is this? Why is he sitting again...

Fang Wuming opened the bag left by the little prince, which contained some dry food and warm clothes.

Fang Wuming shook his head, picked up a steamed bun and ate it, then felt his throat dry and choked. He opened the door, grabbed a ball of snow and stuffed it into his mouth.

The icy snow water slid into my stomach, chilling my entire body.

The wind and snow outside poured into the woodshed, making the room lonely and cold.

Fang Wuming stared at his palm lines in a daze for a long time.

In fact, he is much older than the little prince. To be honest, he is the same age as the imperial tutor who holds sway over the government and the country.

In order to sneak into the Imperial Teacher's Mansion, he used the unique witchcraft of his mother's family, and with the help of his uncle, he shrank his joints and changed his appearance, so he looked like a child.

The age difference did not match. Even though Pushong had extraordinary abilities, he could not find out that Fang Wuming was the grandson of Prime Minister Fang.

There is a small shadow moving towards this side in the snow.

Fang Wuming suddenly walked out of his memories. He was smiling and polite, like a down-and-out nobleman.

Jiang Qiyan stood in the snow, the smooth white snow was trampled into pieces by him. He looked at Fang Wuming's smile from afar, stood still, and for some reason felt some resistance in his heart, and did not move forward any further.

"Young Master," Fang Wuming bowed to him, "I was rude to you earlier, I hope... you can forgive me."

The eyes as gentle as jade looked over and said, "Thanks to you for not giving up, I was able to save my life. In the future..."

"Wuming's life now belongs to the young master."

"I don't want your life, you can only stay here temporarily," Jiang Qiyan stared at Fang Wuming who was leaning against the door, "If someone comes to arrest you, you must leave here."

His husband is so important to him, and he is really afraid that something might happen to him.

"Don't worry, young master. Wuming will never bring harm to you and your family."

Fang Wuming clasped his hands together and bowed again, "Taking you in is already a great favor, how could Wuming be willing to drag you into this?"

Jiang Qiyan hesitated for a moment and took a few steps forward.

This young man named Fang is so sensible, he must be a good person, right?

"Brother Fang," he buried his head in his chest, encouraged himself many times in his heart, and finally clenched his fists and spoke, "Can you... take me to play..."

He was determined to take the first step in making friends, but Fang Wuming was his first friend, and he didn't know what to do between friends, so he simply gave the initiative to Fang Wuming.

Fang Wuming didn't expect to gain trust so easily. He rolled his eyes and said, "Then let's play hide-and-seek? Young master, I don't know your name yet, how should I address you?"

"River……"

Jiang Qiyan bit his lower lip lightly.

He used to dislike this name. He was an unwanted child, and even his name meant abandonment.

But now it's different, he raised his head with light in his eyes.

He has a husband to ask for.

"Jiang Qiyan."

Fang Wuming's expression changed slightly, and he knelt down quickly, "I deserve to die, for not being able to recognize His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...it's just a joke.

Jiang Qiyan was a little unhappy and lowered his eyelids, "Aren't we friends?"

Fang Wuming was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Yes, friend."

"If we're friends, don't treat me like a prince." Jiang Qiyan felt a little stuffy in his nose when he spoke. "There's no prince here."

Tears were about to fall, but he forced them back into his eyes.

He doesn't want his father anymore, he doesn't want to be the crown prince, he is just the master's little betrayer.

Jiang Qiyan didn't cry in front of outsiders. He took back his tears and held them in his heart, intending to save them for when he was in front of his teacher.

"Sorry, I'm being rude," Fang Wuming stretched out a hand very slowly, as if he was going to pat Jiang Qiyan on the shoulder.

Jiang Qiyan took half a step back and kept some distance.

Fang Wuming withdrew his hand, his eyes a little lonely, but he soon smiled, "Then I will call you Yanyan, okay?"

Words...

It seems like a very distant memory, when my mother was still alive.

His father was standing behind him, and his steady and majestic voice penetrated his eardrums, as if echoing directly in his mind.

“Yanyan…”

With a hint of kindness, "Talk to your mother and your father will make you the crown prince."

That was probably his earliest memory.

From spring to summer, cicadas chirp.

"What else do you want? I leave the six palaces to you. After my death, Yanyan will take over the throne. The position of Queen Mother is also left to you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"

The queen mother said nothing, but just stared at him in the corner. Her bloodshot eyes made him tremble.

"Yanyan, come here," his father comforted him, "Come and get close to your mother, okay?"

There was a hint of pleading in my father's tone.

But he didn't dare, he really didn't dare. If his mother looked at him like that, he would definitely be beaten.

He shrank back and shook his head violently.

"Jiang Qiyan! Do you want to watch your mother die?!"

He was terrified. His father looked so furious that he was like a lion with its mouth wide open.

He crawled under the table, hugged his body, and refused to come out no matter how his father called out.

He was so frightened that he didn't even notice his father's desperate and heartbroken look.

It seemed that from that day on, his father never called him Yanyan again.

A few months later, the Queen Mother found rat poison from somewhere and ended her life just like that.

Jiang Qi Yan was extremely scared at that time, but he still couldn't bear to leave his mother. He grabbed his mother's hand and stopped her from eating, but his mother was much stronger than him. She threw him to the ground, looked at him coldly, and drank the poison in one gulp.

When his father arrived, he had already retreated into the corner again.

A look of disappointment pierced through him, "You are so cold-blooded."

No, it's not.

He tried to hold back, but he couldn't. He was in great pain. He hit his head when he was pushed down, and the back of his head is still bleeding.

But his father seemed to be certain that he would just stand by and watch indifferently.

"You can fend for yourself. I won't care about you anymore."

Jiang Qiyan knew that this was not just an angry remark, his father really didn't want him anymore.

The emperor was so lazy that he didn't even bother to give him a glance, he didn't even notice the obvious blood on his head.

Sadness spreads in my heart, making me feel sour and painful.

He tried his best to accompany his mother and comfort her.

But no one cared about his efforts because when his mother died, he hid in a corner and cried.

The last thing his father said to him before he left was, "Your mother's death is your fault."

"Now that she is dead, you no longer need to be the crown prince.

"My virtue does not match my position."

No one cared about his helplessness and mercilessly pushed the one and a half year old boy into the abyss of self-loathing.

After that, Jiang Beiwang, missing his deceased wife, married her younger sister.

The same appearance seems to dilute the sadness.

But in the end you are just deceiving yourself.

Jiang Beiwang does not love the new queen, and the new queen does not love Jiang Beiwang either.

Yes, his aunt had found her ideal husband and was planning on getting married. But because his mother died, she had to enter the palace to meet his father according to a sacred document, and the two of them hated each other.

From then on, his aunt, who had doted on him the most, began to hate him.

She hated him for killing her sister and forcing her to enter the palace, separating her from her lover forever.

As soon as his mother died, everyone began to spurn him. After that, he spent a whole year covered in wounds and suffering from unbearable insults. It was not until his master took him in that everything gradually calmed down.

It was the Master who saved him and gave him a hand in his darkest hour. If it had been a little later, he might have really been buried with his mother.

"Yanyan?" There seemed to be fingers waving in front of my eyes. "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

"No..." Jiang Qiyan shook his head, "I...have never played hide-and-seek...I don't know how to play..."

Fang Wuming's eyes moved. "It's very simple. You can't enter the room. You find a place to hide and I'll go find you. If I find you, I win. If I don't find you, you win."

"Okay..." Jiang Qiyan was not in a very good mood. He missed his master very much and wanted to cry in his arms for a while.

But he didn't want to be perfunctory with his only friend, so Jiang Qiyan tried to cheer himself up and started looking for a place to hide.

He walked aimlessly until he reached the door of the master bedroom.

If you want to go in, the gentleman is inside.

However, Brother Fang seemed to have said that we were not allowed to enter the room.

Jiang Qiyan squatted down, swept a small pile of fallen snow on the ground with his hands, swept out a clean piece of ground, and sat down at the door.

He pressed his little face against the door and traced the pattern on the door with his index finger.

Fang Wuming did not go looking for anyone.

There were two obvious sets of small footprints on the snow, but he did not follow them to look for it.

He wandered around the yard and even climbed over the wall to a locked place, trying to find something to hold against Pu Tingsong.

Hide and seek was a good cover. If he was caught, he could still say that he was playing with the little prince.

Jiang Qiyan sat at the door and waited for a long time, but no one came to see him.

Instead, the door of the master bedroom opened.

The person in thin underwear paused and sighed, "Who is this? Why is he sitting at the door again?"

Jiang Qiyan didn't know what was wrong with him. As soon as he heard his teacher's voice, he wanted to cry.

"Yes...it's me..."

"Who are you?" The voice with a gentle smile slipped into his ears so easily.

"I...I am Mr. Xiao Qiyan..."

"So it's my little Qiyan." The teacher's hand was put down and still in the air, but he couldn't wait to raise his neck, wanting the teacher's hand to fall on his head quickly.

Pu Tingsong smiled and said, "Why are you sitting by the door? Aren't you cold?"

"I miss you, sir..." Jiang Qiyan was a little depressed. Although his sir's hand was covering his head, why didn't he move?

Jiang Qiyan nudged the hand with his little head, signaling the gentleman to rub his hair.

Pu Tingsong did as he wished and rubbed it twice.

"Sir, rub it for a while longer..." His nose was blocked and his voice was a little nasal, "Rub it for a while longer, sir..."

"What can you do if you're always so clingy?" Pu Tingsong rubbed her again, "You'll have to grow up eventually, and when you grow up you'll have to dislike me, sir."

How could that be!

Jiang Qiyan became flustered and spoke incoherently.

He bravely grabbed the hand above his head and pressed it hard on his head to prevent it from moving.

"No! No, sir!"

The hand slipped away from his head. He raised his arm to chase it, but a finger pressed against his forehead. "Hmph, that sound was a bit loud."

"Don't be anxious, and don't be so loud. I am listening. I know Xiao Qiyan will not leave me alone, right?"

There is no need to speak loudly, and there is no need to worry that the husband can't hear, because the husband's attention has been on him from beginning to end, and he has been concentrating on listening to him...

Jiang Qiyan felt his nose sore. His voice was tainted with his nose, sounding more obedient and softer than usual, "Hmm..."