The uneasy feeling in his heart became more and more intense, and the palace man just wanted to turn around and leave immediately.
He glanced at the forest again. Apart from trees and gravel, there seemed to be no other living things. He kept telling himself in his heart that there would be no one here, so he couldn't stay any longer and decisively turned around and left the woods. He was even better than when he came in. His steps were even faster, as if something invisible was chasing him behind him.
Listening to the rustling sound that gradually faded away, the young man looked at Xia Luotong with shock and astonishment in his eyes, watching as she lowered her hands covering her mouth.
The two of them were so close, so he naturally saw a series of her movements, starting from throwing stones to attract the attention of the palace people, then imitating the sound of insects, and finally, simulating the sound that sounded like wind and crying. The sound really surprised him.
It wasn't until there were no more rustling footsteps in the forest that Xia Luotong poked his head out to check. Seeing that there was no one else in the forest except the two of them, he breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the young man beside him. , and sat directly on the edge of the gravel.
As for whether her clothes would be stained, she was no longer within the scope of her consideration. After such a series of actions, her clothes were already in a mess. It was not bad at all. She just had to wait for Lin Dong to pick it up later. Just come and change into clean clothes.
Xia Luotong wanted to wait here for the winter to come back, so she didn't plan to leave too far. Seeing that the young man beside her had no intention of leaving, and instead sat beside her, she asked curiously: "Are you Who? Why are you here? Why are those people looking for you?"
Xia Luotong did not expect the young man to answer the series of questions, but to her surprise, the young man actually answered.
"Ayan." The young man's voice was slightly hoarse, different from that of ordinary young people, "An inkstone of pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
He actually answered? Although he only mentioned a name that was not a name and did not answer any other questions, this was enough to surprise Xia Luotong.
"My name is Atong." Xia Luotong followed his example and introduced himself, "Are you here to attend the palace banquet?"
In fact, Ah Yan did not need to answer this question. Xia Luotong already knew the answer. He could not be a guest attending the palace banquet, because no one had the courage to let the younger members of the family come to the palace banquet dressed so rudely. .
Since he is not a guest at the palace banquet, there is only one possibility.
"No, I was born in the palace and grew up in the palace." The young man's voice was a little cold, and the wolf-like ferocity in his eyes was a little lighter, and he was no longer as silent as at the beginning.
Maybe after what happened just now, the most basic trust between the two was established.
"Are you...the prince?" Xia Luotong already had a guess in her mind. In fact, she had this idea from the beginning. This wolf-like young man did not look like a servant in the palace.
And at this time, she had already remembered where the vague feeling of familiarity came from when she first met him. He was the current emperor!
In A Yan's appearance, two or three parts of the emperor's mold can be vaguely seen.
This time, A Yan did not answer, but Xia Luotong already knew the answer. He was actually a prince, but he was in such a situation...
She has always known that there are many unfavored princes and princesses in the palace. Although these princes have royal blood, their lives are not as good as those of the powerful palace people. But she does not know that these princes It is not an exaggeration to say that he could live in such a miserable life, even worse than the servants in the palace.
Looking at the thin face and figure of the young man in front of him, as well as the ill-fitting and old clothes, it can be seen that he is living a very bad life in this palace. In addition, the names that the palace people called him just now... it is even more imaginable. How low his status is on a daily basis.
At this moment, Xia Luotong felt even more contemptuous of the man on the dragon chair.
No matter what, this is his own flesh and blood. Even if he is not favored, he should be allowed to live a decent life, but look at the young man in front of him...
In the faint moonlight, Xia Luotong saw the heartfelt indifference on A Yan's face. It was formed over many years, a disregard for his own identity and the so-called father, because he no longer had any expectations.
Her eyes moved down, and she inadvertently saw the faint red mark on his wrist...
"What's wrong with your hand?" She grabbed his hand and rolled up his sleeve.
A Yan was startled, his face turned red by her actions, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but for some reason, he didn't want his actions to hurt her, so he quickly controlled the strength on his hands. This resulted in him ultimately failing to pull his hand out of her slender palm.
Seeing her holding his hand firmly and looking down, he subconsciously turned his head, trying to hide his discomfort, but his eyes couldn't help but want to fall back on her.
He said in a low voice: "Don't you know that men and women are not intimate? How can you hold a man's hand like this?"
When he said this, Xia Luotong was stunned, and then he couldn't help laughing out loud. He raised his other hand and poked his forehead with his finger: "How old are you? You are ten years old. Are you gone? You are still a man, you are just a boy at best!"
A Yan was immediately annoyed after hearing this, turned his head to avoid her fingers, and said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by that look in your eyes? I will be thirteen years old after tonight!"
Now Xia Luotong was surprised. Is this thin boy already thirteen years old? This is really hard to see!
If you are still in this shape at the age of thirteen, which is similar to that of a ten-year-old child, then there is really a big difference in nutrition!
I really don’t know what kind of life he, the prince, lives on, and the injuries on his body...
"Okay, okay, you are thirteen years old and a man, okay? But even if you are thirty, you still have to treat your wounds, right?" Xia Luotong held down his erratic hand and glared at him He said angrily, "Stop moving! I'm here to check your injuries! Look at the way you keep moving. You don't look like a thirteen-year-old. Instead, you look like a three-year-old baby!"
"You know how to heal injuries?" When she said this, A Yan was too embarrassed to move anymore and asked in surprise.
In fact, he is not afraid of treating wounds. He is not even afraid of being injured, so why would he be afraid of this? He was just a little embarrassed to be pulled by her like this.
This is the first time since he was a child that someone has treated him so tenderly...
