Save His Royal Highness

"Master, you're back?" Qing Ming came up to greet me, removed the snowy cloak for me, and brought me a cup of hot milk.

The sugar in the milk is added just right, sweet and hot, as if to drive away the wind and snow outside.

Seeing that my complexion is not very good, Qing Ming glanced at me cautiously, "Master, are you in a bad mood?"

I rubbed the center of my brows a little irritably, "It's not because of the third child, he read with his companion..."

After saying this halfway, I still swallowed it back. It was not something to publicize, but Xue Jia didn't know how to avoid suspicion at all.

I put down the cup in my hand, and when I turned my head, I saw the face of the little eunuch. He didn't feel puzzled or surprised at all, but he hesitated to speak.

I almost forgot that the little eunuch was originally someone close to the prince, and it took only half a year for me to bring him here.

It seems that the little eunuch already knew about this. Seeing his stammering appearance, I don't know why, but felt annoyed for no reason.

"You already knew?"

"Yes." The little eunuch lowered his head a little, as if he felt a little uneasy, "Master, His Royal Highness and Mr. Su, he, their relationship is really very good..."

I heard him spare no effort to argue for the old master, and suddenly felt a little cold in my heart, and my voice became cold and harsh involuntarily, "It's ridiculous to talk about the relationship between two men!"

"master."

The little eunuch raised his head to look at me, as if he was a little frightened, he pursed his lips slightly, feeling like he was going to cry or not.

I looked at it and felt that the feeling of irritability was even worse. Anyway, everyone is afraid of me, even this little eunuch, it's the same, it's all the same.

He waved his hand with some disappointment, "Forget it, you can go down."

The little eunuch did not leave, "A relationship between two men must be absurd? Does the master think this is disgusting?"

I saw that his eye sockets were slightly red, and I actually felt a little soft-hearted. The little eunuch is only so old, and I really don't have the trouble to argue with him.

"No, I'm just short of breath." I waved at him, "Don't cry."

The little eunuch walked over obediently. I was about to give him a handkerchief to wipe his face, but the little eunuch suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed me on the lips.

The delicate and soft touch disappeared in a flash, and my whole body was a little stiff.

The little eunuch actually kissed me, this is really... so absurd, it is simply absurd.

I should push him away fiercely, drive him out, and make him never get close to me.

But I didn't do anything, just stood there stiffly.

I never thought that the little eunuch would actually have such feelings for me, it is really absurd, but what is even more absurd is that deep down in my heart, I seem to feel a little joy.

Probably because of nervousness, the little eunuch didn't actually kiss my lips, but just tapped the corner of my lips like a superficial touch.

His lips were soft, probably because he had just drank milk, as if it had a sweet taste of milk.

I watched the back of the little eunuch running out in a panic through the window, and felt a little confused for the first time.

When I was a child, my concubine saw my poems and books, etiquette and righteousness, and taught me the rules and regulations, but, but I, at that moment, actually felt that these rules were really annoying.