In the dead of night.

Fu Ying lay on the bed, sleeping in a daze. She heard a crow crow in her dream, and suddenly woke up and found that there was indeed a crow crow outside the window.

Fuying rubbed her sleepy eyes, feeling a little displeased at being woken up. She was not completely conscious yet, so she walked to the window, but the crow's cry disappeared again.

The window was knocked by pebbles.

Fuying was so disturbed that she lost all her sleep and was very angry.

What a bold crow! Regardless of how it crows late at night and disturbs people, it dares to peck rocks and smash windows. Let’s see if she doesn’t let people catch it and pluck out its fur!

Fu Ying angrily opened the palace door, the night wind blew in her face, a clear moon hung high, and a young man in brocade suddenly jumped out from the opposite side.

The delicate and handsome eyebrows looked at her motionless from the darkness, and the light in his eyes rippled. He stood at the foot of the steps, not daring to move rashly.

"You, you..." Fuying stopped her scream in time and just woke up slightly annoyed: "It turns out you were imitating the crow just now."

Pei Yan picked up the stone that was used to smash the window, spread it in the palm of his hand, and handed it to her: "Yes, I am that unscrupulous crow, and I smashed your window again, how about you smash it back?"<

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Fuying curled her lips.

She has not forgotten that he deliberately lied and deceived others and stepped on her several times at the palace banquet today.

"How to smash it back?" She deliberately didn't look at him.

"I'll take you to Zhenzhou Palace, and you can smash any window you want."

"You think I'm a fool. You just want to trick me into going to your place. I won't go." Fuying said sarcastically, "It's the middle of the night, who has nothing to do to go out as a guest!"

Pei Yan took a step forward and forced the stone into her hand: "That's right. Since you don't want to go to my place and smash the window, then just smash me."

Before the old debt was settled, a new debt was added that woke her up in the middle of the night, and Fuying said fiercely: "Okay, then stand farther away."

Pei Yan stood back at the foot of the steps obediently.

Fu Ying pretended to aim at him: "Then I'll really hit you."

"Yeah." Pei Yan nodded.

"If it bleeds, don't cry out in pain."

"Okay."

Fuying waved her arms to test a few times. Seeing that he really didn't hide, she threw away the stone angrily, turned around and closed the door: "Whoever wants to hit you, I won't argue with you!"

Pei Yan immediately walked around to the window and tapped the window gently with his finger bones.

He simply loves and hates her in his heart. He loves her cuteness with hundreds of claws scratching his heart, making her want to be moved, but he is also annoyed that he cannot break in and can only look at the goddess through the window.

"Ah Ying, Ah Ying..." He pressed against the window, calling her longingly.

However, she had no choice but to restrain herself silently. She didn't even dare to get too excited even when she called out, for fear of exposing her shady thoughts.

Calm, gentle, and elegant, these are the things she should see about herself.

Fu Ying was pacing in the room, angry at his naughty behavior of imitating crows and waking her up in the middle of the night, and guessing that he must be here to apologize.

This person is so impatient to apologize to her, should I give him a chance to hear what he wants to explain?

Fuying hesitated for a long time, then opened the window and leaned slightly against the window: "What are you doing?"

Pei Yan suppressed the joy that could not help but whisper in his heart, and said softly: "I obviously can't dance, but I deliberately lied to you. I am here to apologize to you."

Fuying snorted proudly, but her heart was filled with pride: Look, he really came to apologize!

Just as he was thinking about it, Pei Yan summoned a whip from nowhere and handed it to Fu Ying without saying a word. He said solemnly: "If you do something wrong, you should be punished. Ah Ying, you can hit me, no matter if it's two lashes."

Ten lashes or thirty lashes, as long as you can calm down, you can take as many lashes as you want."

"Shameless!" The girl glared at her with bulging cheeks: "You know very well that I will never whip you, but you are so pretentious and begging me to punish you."

When Pei Yan heard the words "pretentious", his heart was shocked.

What is he most afraid of now?

He is most afraid that the little princess will see through his gloomy true face. As long as such similar words are spoken from her mouth, he will become anxious and uneasy, lest she will really see through him.

The girl stood steadily in front of the window, the moonlight was riveting. He stiffly and awkwardly held the whip in both hands and pushed it stubbornly into the window. He jumped high over the window lattice with a tall and tall figure like a green pine. The fuying in the window was taller than him.

A lot shorter.

Last year, he was still outside this window, wrapped in a cotton quilt and nestled on the ground, shivering in the cold winter wind, but the stiffness and soreness in his neck that had been raised constantly tortured him, but he could still occasionally

Looking at her, the graceful figure of the girl who got up in the middle of the night hit the window screen, out of reach, but it became a fetter that trapped him throughout his life.

This year, he no longer had to work so hard to look up at her, and could finally look at her calmly with his God-given identity. However, the weird inferiority complex that always followed him made him unconsciously lower his head, just to look up to her.

He couldn't help but think: I already have an equal status with her, why do I always bow to her unconsciously? I have a lot of conspiracies and tricks to win her heart, so why do I always make irresistible choices?

A humble show of weakness to please?

From the day he returned to his own identity, Pei Yan began to learn all the abilities a prince needed. In just half a year, he was extremely talented and confident enough to make up for the lack of knowledge about how to be a prince in the past ten years.

All knowledge. He will always be proud of his intelligence and talent, but now he can't escape the cage woven for him by a girl.

Pei Yan handed the whip with an expression that was almost pious, like all sentient beings looking up to gods, worrying about gains and losses while carefully stroking her pure fingertips.

The silence of the night, the graceful fluctuations, a pool of spring water is completely wrinkled, and the delicate and soft touch is enough to paralyze the heart, making people feel excited and lose their sanity.

He stared at her deeply, and when his consciousness was extremely excited, he suddenly thought that the little princess rarely got angry with others, but now she was fiercely angry with him, and only with him. Therefore, in her eyes, he was different from others.

existence.

Her existence is already moving, but now she becomes more alive and vivid.

"If you don't hit me today, I will have trouble sleeping and eating." Pei Yan's voice was low and deep, and it sounded terrible.

Fuying couldn't resist it at all: "You, you, you..." She originally wanted to say that he was sick, but she felt that these words were too hurtful, so she could only settle for the next best thing: "Fart."

This doesn't seem to be a good word. She has never said such rude words.
Chapter completed!