My companion is a bit fierce

Chapter 29 [VIP]

Eyes opened slowly, the screen window was half-closed, the sky was dim, only a few strands came in, the lamp holder candle in the corner was still on, but there was not much left, tremblingly illuminating a small area.

Qi Lan took a deep breath slowly, and sat up slowly. The people beside him felt that his movements pulled the quilt, and turned over uncomfortably.

Qi Lan didn't dare to move anymore, and waited for the people beside him to breathe evenly again, then got up and got out of bed.

In the past five years, his stature has grown a lot. He is slender and tall but not rough. Proud and extravagant but not overbearing.

Putting the robe hanging on the screen over his body, he walked out lightly.Outside the door, Bai Lu had already prepared the grooming utensils, and when she saw him coming out, she bent down to salute.

Qi Lan pointed inside, and said softly: "Ah Jue is still sleeping. You wait a little longer, you must make him fully dressed before going out."

Bai Lu nodded, Rong Jue relied on his experience in martial arts, and in this late autumn dewy weather, he dared to run around Qi Lan's palace wearing a casual one after waking up.

He was not afraid, but everyone around him was extremely nervous.

——In a short while, Rong Xu will go to Beijing, and when he sees his son lying sickly on the bed, he will have to turn the palace upside down.

Qi Lan went to the study first to finish processing some of the memorials assigned to him by Emperor Tong Xi, otherwise he would have no time to deal with it when Rong Jue got up.

Newly lit the candle, picked up the pen luckily, the clouds flowed smoothly, and the silver hook drew the iron hook. Occasionally stopped to think for a while, but soon continued to write.

Unknowingly, the sky was already bright, and there was a slight sound outside the door, and occasionally a maid screamed.Qi Lan put down his pen and rubbed his temples—Rong Jue ran away again.

"Knock-knock--" There was a light knock on the door, followed by a small crack, Yuan De walked in, and Qi Lan reported: "The prince has woken up, and--"

"—Running around again." Before he finished speaking, Qi Lan picked up.

Yuan De paused, and then said: "No, Shizi said, I won't have breakfast today."

Knowing that Rong Jue got up, Qi Lan started to sort out the memorial, which can be sent to Emperor Tongxi later.While tidying up, he asked, "Why don't you have breakfast?"

Yuan De replied without changing his face: "It is said that I will beat someone in the morning, so I won't eat."

"Who are you beating?" Qi Lan raised his eyebrows, "Ming Da or Feng Xiujie?"

Seeing Yuan De's delay in answering, Qi Lan guessed again: "It's Qi Bo?"

Yuan De paused for a moment, and said: "Feng Jia Dalang, the eldest brother of Feng Ergong."

Qi Lan felt pain in the corners of his eyes. Feng Xiujie's elder brother, Feng Xiuran, had practiced in the army with his father and grandfather since he was a child.Returning to Beijing this time, Xu heard about the fight in the school five years ago, and then heard that the Li family joined their father Feng Ke when they returned to Beijing three years ago. It doesn't look good either.What's more, who in Beijing doesn't know that Prince Rong and Li Zhongcheng's son are close, and the two factions confront each other all day long, and Rong Jue often beats Feng Xiujie to the ground for his teeth.

Feng Xiujie grew up in Dingjing since he was a child, and the martial arts he learned were all ostentatious. It's not surprising that Rong Jue can beat him, but it's hard to say for Feng Xiuran.

Qi Lan put down the memorial at hand, and hurried out the door: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you stop him? What if he gets hurt?"

Yuan De followed behind him with his head down, hesitating and speechless.

"Going to find someone before eating, does Rong Jue feel that Feng Xiuran can't catch him if he jumps lightly and jumps higher?" Qi Lan became angrier as he spoke, as if he had foreseen the scene of Rong Jue's defeat, "He Why not go to heaven?!"

As soon as Feng Xiuran returned to Beijing, Rong Jue wanted to find trouble, and Qi Lan felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he thought of something happening to him, and kept babbling all the way: "Feng Xiuran is not a simple person. Without real kung fu, the Feng family can't support them. Does Rong Jue feel that he has beaten Dingjing all over—"

He suddenly stopped talking, and Yuan De followed behind without hearing the sound. Looking up, Prince Rong, who was being yelled at by Qi Lan, was standing in front of them neatly dressed, looking at Qi Lan with a half-smile: "I can't beat Feng Xiuran, who has beaten Dingjing's invincible opponents all over the place? Hmm?"

Qi Lan stopped talking, as if he didn't say those words just now.

Rong Jue snorted: "How do you know if Feng Xiuran has any facts? It's as if you've fought against him before."

"No," he turned his head suddenly, and approached Qi Lan suspiciously to look at him, "You didn't really fight him, did you?"

Today's Rong Jue is wearing a simple purple robe, revealing the collar of the white coat inside. Above the white collar is the same white neck, and further up, there are rosy lips.

Qi Lan lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on his white collar. When Rong Jue approached him to speak, his small Adam's apple trembled slightly, and one or two strands of long black hair came forward, which made him look even more beautiful. The skin is as white as jade.

He kept silent, and Rong Jue was a little annoyed: "What's the matter? Didn't you talk quite well just now? Why didn't you continue talking? You gave me an analysis, why can't I beat Feng Xiuran?"

Qi Lan raised his eyes, and saw his big and black eyeballs, and his figure was reflected in them, with long and curled eyelashes, and he was staring at him without blinking.He suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, he turned his head hastily, rather embarrassed, he didn't dare to look directly at Rong Jue again.

"I didn't say you couldn't beat him." He felt a little thirsty in his throat.

"Oh—" Rong Jue dragged his voice, "So you think I can win?"

"It's... right." Qi Lan looked at the vase in the distance.

Yuan De who was behind couldn't listen anymore, master, where was your momentum just now?

Rong Jue said: "Since I can win, why do people stop me?"

"No...no." The mouth of the vase in the distance seemed to be dusty and hadn't been wiped clean, turning around to attract attention.

"No?" Rong Jue suddenly smiled, then changed his face, "Then why don't you dare to look at me?!"

Qi Lan: "...I didn't."

"Forget it, forget it." Rong Jue said discouragedly, "You are a real person, every time I can't say a few words with you, it's like that."

Qi Lan hummed in a low voice and asked, "Then do you still want to eat?"

Rong Jue rolled his eyes: "My brother, do you know what time it is? Why don't you have breakfast, wait for the board."

The weather is getting cooler, the days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, and the dawn is slow.

Now at this hour... Qi Lan looked at the sky, and his face changed: "Yuan De quickly prepare the carriage and some simple dry food!"

They are going to be late!

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When Rong Jue jumped off the carriage, he was still holding a bun in his mouth, and he didn't care what others thought of him.In contrast, Qi Lan who was following behind him was much better. Although he didn't eat very much, he managed to maintain the prince's demeanor.

Before Lu Changming came to class, Rong Jue swaggered into the school while eating steamed stuffed buns, and the smell of steamed stuffed buns instantly filled the whole school.

"Ah Jue." As soon as Rong Jue sat down, Li Hongbao in front of him turned his head with a wrinkled face. He has become fatter and fatter in the past few years, and his wrinkled face looks like a bun with wrinkles, "Can you stop eating?" .”

With a bun in his mouth, Rong Jue replied vaguely, "I got up late in the morning and didn't have time to eat, so that's the only way to go."

As he spoke, he took out a handkerchief from the desk drawer and wiped it, then flipped through what Lu Changming taught recently: "Are you hungry again?"

"Yes." Li Hongbao looked at him bitterly and deeply, "I won't be hungry if you don't bring the buns in."

"You wait."

After Rong Jue finished speaking, he ran to Qi Lan behind and stretched out his hand: "Eat."

Before Qi Lan could answer, Wang Mingda poked his head over and said, "His Royal Highness, I'm not talking about you. You go to bed late every day, and then ask the eldest prince for food every day. Isn't that not good?"

"It's none of your business." Rong Jue pushed him away and sat next to Qi Lan, "I just saw that you grabbed the fruit and hid it in your sleeve."

Qi Lan didn't want to take it, but when he saw it just now, Li Hongbao just turned his head and told Rong Jue that he was hungry, and he ran to him to ask for something to eat.

If he didn't take it, Rong Jue did it himself.He directly reached out to the kit bag on Qi Lan's waist, and he remembered that Qi Lan seemed to have the habit of putting things there too.

Qi Lan only felt a lightness in his waist, and then saw that the kit he was carrying with him was in Rong Jue's hands, he was very nervous, and hurriedly snatched it away.

Rong Jue got stuck, if Qi Lan said directly that he didn't have any, forget it, the bag was obviously heavy, and there was obviously something to eat!

In the past five years, they got closer and closer, and he would go directly to Qi Lan's palace from time to time to show that he was on his side.In the past few days, because Rong Xu came to Beijing again after many years, Emperor Tongxi specially ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to renovate Rong Wang's Mansion.Rong Jue had nowhere to go, so he went directly to live with Qi Lan.

It's all going in and out at the same time, and it's no longer a matter of birth, Qi Lan still treats him like this!

Rong Jue felt suffocated, and he couldn't save his face when Qi Lan snatched it like this, so he said, "If your Highness doesn't have it, forget it."

"Hello." Qi Lan was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect Rong Jue to leave so easily, and she would have to fight with him for a while in the past.

His heart was lost, and he was a little absent-minded.

Wang Mingda looked at him suspiciously: "What's wrong with you? Isn't it just a little food, just give it to him."

"Yes." Qi Lan murmured, "It's just something to eat. You still call me brother tomorrow morning."

"Brother?" Wang Mingda heard the end of the sentence, and couldn't help but feel a chill, "Qi Lan, are you missing a younger brother?"