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After all, the little emperor was still a young man at heart. After being comforted for a few words, he allowed Song Chuyi to go to Tai'an Mansion to pay his respects every day.

Not long after, the midnight snack was delivered to the Yangxin Hall.

The little emperor had something on his mind, so he only glanced at it and gave it all to Song Chuyi.

On the first day of Song Dynasty, he didn't eat anything for a whole day, so he didn't refuse and ate all the lotus seed porridge and mung bean cake.

At midnight, the little emperor went to bed.

There was no need for him to attend to bedtime, so he returned to his small room.

After getting familiar with the route from Yangxin Hall to his small room, Song Chuyi went out again.

The palace is very big, and although he has the memory of his original form, he still has to walk some of the roads before he can remember them.

Xu Shi is a young emperor with little power, and there are very few guards in the palace.

The little emperor had just ascended the throne and had not taken any concubines yet, so the harem was empty.

All in all, everything is empty.

The only thing that smells a bit smoky is the imperial dining room.

On the first day of the Song Dynasty, he spent the whole night wandering around and returned to the little emperor's palace at dawn.

Two palace maids were waiting for the little emperor to get up, and he stood at the door, waiting silently.

Not long after, a guard with a knife walked up to him and bowed to him.

"The Prince Regent would like you to come and pay your respects."

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

"Now?" Song Chuyi said in surprise.

The guard nodded expressionlessly, "Yes."

"But won't there be an early morning court meeting soon?" Song Chuyi asked.

The guard conveyed the regent's order, "My lord said that if you don't go over to pay your respects, he will not come to this morning's court."

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched, he turned around and spoke to the little emperor before following the guards to Tai'an Mansion.

This time, Ying Cheng'an actually prepared a carriage and arrived at Tai'an Mansion in just one stick of incense.

There are many more people in Tai'an Mansion than in the entire palace.

There were guards patrolling everywhere and busy servants.

Song Chuyi was taken all the way to the door of Ying Chengan's master bedroom.

It was still a bit cold in the early morning, so Song Chu only wore a thin shirt.

It was fine in the carriage or on foot, but now, standing here quietly, I felt a coldness coming to my heart.

He gathered his clothes and the tip of his nose turned red from the cold.

There seems to be the sound of charcoal burning in the house, which makes people feel warm.

The guard informed him of his arrival.

After waiting for a while, Ying Chengan's voice came from inside.

"Come in."

With a little laziness, it seems that he has just woken up.

As soon as Song Chu walked in, he saw Ying Chengan half-lying on the bed with his forehead propped up, his clothes half-opened on his chest, faintly revealing his abdominal muscles.

The most eye-catching thing is the hideous scar that stretches from the top of the left chest, across the entire heart, to the top of the abdominal muscles.

The scar was extremely deep, and just looking at it was enough to imagine how much pain Ying Chengan suffered at that time.

How to walk on the edge of life and death.

Song Chuyi was stunned, and for a moment he forgot to bow his head to say hello.

"Does it look good?"

Ying Chengan's voice brought back Song Chuyi who was distracted.

Song Chuyi looked away with a serious expression.

"nice."

Ying Chengan laughed softly, but his tone was a bit cold.

"lie."

Song Chuyi took two steps forward and emphasized his tone.

“It’s really beautiful!”

"This scar is very handsome."

"It must be very comfortable to rub against it!"

Ying Cheng'an was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect that this little eunuch would be so bold as to tease him.

He twitched his fingers at the little eunuch.

"come over."

Song Chu's ears turned crimson and he walked to the bed obediently.

Ying Chengan grabbed the clothes on his chest, pulled lightly, and tore them into pieces.

"Has the little emperor ever played with you?"

Song Chuyi quickly shook his head, "No, absolutely not!"

The little emperor only regards the original person as his brother, let alone the original person is still a eunuch, how could he play tricks on him.

Ying Chengan was very satisfied with the little eunuch's answer.

The calloused fingertips stroked the little eunuch's exposed skin.

Maybe he thought it felt good, so he pinched it.

That patch of skin quickly turned red.

"It's quite sensitive."

Ying Chengan commented and stood up lazily.

"Please help me get dressed."

Because of the scar on his chest, he never liked others.

But today there was a hint of interest.

It felt surprisingly good to have the little eunuch help him dress.

It's just that the little eunuch is a bit stupid and can't put on any clothes well.

After seeing the little eunuch holding his clothes inside out again, Ying Chengan sighed helplessly.

"never mind."

He took the robe from the little eunuch and put it on himself.

Song Chuyi stood nearby and touched his nose with some guilt.

This ancient clothing is so complicated!

Especially in winter, wearing more and thicker clothes makes it more complicated.

After Ying Cheng'an put it on, he looked at the little eunuch and saw that the eunuch uniform on his body was torn by him, and his eyes darkened.

He called someone to bring a set of clothes for a servant of Tai'an Mansion for the young eunuch to change into.

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched when he saw the word "Taian" on the front of the clothes.

"Sir, I am the emperor's servant. I am afraid I cannot bear the responsibility of being too safe."

If this was passed back, wouldn't the little emperor suspect that he had betrayed him?

He told the little emperor yesterday that he would not betray him.

"Can't you afford it?" Ying Cheng'an raised his eyebrows slightly, "You were so bold as to tease me just now, and now you say you can't afford it?"

He lifted the little eunuch's chin, forcing him to look at him only.

"Who said you wanted to sit on me just now?"

At the beginning of Song Dynasty, the roots of his ears were even redder, and the crimson color even tended to spread to his neck.

"I'm just telling you nonsense. Sir, please don't take it to heart."

There was a smile on Ying Chengan's lips, "Oh? What if I have to worry about it?"

Song Chuyi blinked and asked tentatively: "Then I'll rub it in?"

He doesn’t suffer anyway!

Ying Cheng'an seemed to be pleased by the little eunuch's answer and laughed out loud.

"You're interesting."

He let go of the little eunuch and flicked his sleeves.

"I want to go to the morning court, so you can go into the palace with me."

Song Chuyi still wanted to speak, but Ying Chengan grabbed his arm forcefully and pulled him out.

He was still holding the clothes that Ying Chengan had given him, and he was dragged into the carriage before he even had time to change his clothes.

The carriage was covered with a thick cashmere blanket, and there was a heater in the middle, which continuously radiated warmth.

After getting on the carriage, Ying Chengan let go of the little eunuch's hand.

He found a comfortable position to sit, supporting his chin with one hand, and looked at the little eunuch with interest.

"If you don't change your clothes, you'll have to go to the palace."

"If the little emperor sees it, it will be misunderstood."

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched, "Sir, do you want me to change here now?"

Ying Chengan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Otherwise?"

Song Chuyi blinked, "Sir, are you going to watch me change like this?"

He put the clothes he was holding on his legs, and the skin in front of him was exposed.