Love your pet egg

Eleven didn't know why: "I am Feng Shishi!"

Qin Shu looked at him probingly: "Then do you know who I am?"

"Didn't they call you King Jing?" Eleven thought for a while, and automatically equated King Jing with King Tota, the Four Heavenly Kings. He shook the branch in his hand and guessed, "You are probably a Marshal, or general?"

"That's okay," Qin Shu looked at Eleven without blinking, and said calmly, "But I have a more important identity than a general. I am the emperor's son, your husband."

Eleven was stunned for a moment, then his cheeks flushed and he said angrily, "Bah! Bah, bah, bah!"

The people here either called themselves his father or his husband, one by one they took advantage of him as if it was not enough, Shi Shi was so angry that his fists were clenched, and he was about to rush over to fight Qin Shu.

Darkness surged in Qin Shu's dark eyes:

"You dare to say presumptuousness to your father, dare to say hello to this king, then this king would like to know how much background you have to dare to be so presumptuous!"

Qin Shu shot like lightning, and suddenly grabbed the red rope around Eleven's neck. He was very clever, and with a light tug, Eleven's pendant hidden in his collar was pulled out by him.

Eleven was caught off guard, and when he came back to his senses, Qin Shu was already stunned:

"what is this?"

Qin Shu stared at the red rope for a long time. According to Dasheng's custom, if the red rope is a marriage rope for eleventh, then the pendant below should be a cleat with his birthday engraved on it, but this What is that little yellow cylinder with a round head?

Eleven forcefully snatched back his own head, pushed Qin Shu back hard, his big eyes widened, full of vigilance:

"Why are you robbing me?"

If it's not a cleat, then it's not a marriage rope, but this object further proves that the young man in front of him is not the real Feng Shiyi. The ritual system of the Dasheng Dynasty has clear regulations on the use of colors. Yellow jewelry can only be worn by princes and above. He doesn't even know how to avoid this, obviously he is not from Chengchao.

"Who are you? What is the purpose of pretending to be Feng Shishi?"

Qin Shu looked at Eleven. This young man has picturesque features. He is definitely not Rongdi or Tartar. Is he the work of a feudal lord?Or was it sent by Xiao Zhou Dynasty?

"I'm impersonating?" Eleven pointed to his nose, "I am Feng Eleven!"

"The face is indeed Feng Shishi's, I don't know if the core is."

Qin Shu took a step forward and touched Eleven's face unexpectedly. His fingers went straight to the root of the boy's ears. The thin and soft skin between the tentacles was like the best cloud silk, smooth and delicate. Qin Shu didn't touch it. Looking at the expected thin marks, this is not a human/skin mask, but a real face?

Qin Shu was startled at first, did he guess wrong?When he subconsciously twirled his fingertips, the warm and soft feeling seemed to be sticking to his head, his heart couldn't help feeling hot, and then there were waves of ripples. This kid's face...is really quite thin and soft...

The first time Eleven was underestimated by someone, he was really taken aback. When he came back to his senses, his mouth puffed up in anger, and a red flame gushed out from his mouth, rushing straight to Qin Shu's face. .

Qin Shu had no time to dodge, the dazzling flame penetrated into the center of his brow, and only heard a "click", the golden mask on his face was suddenly burned in half by the flames, and fell to the ground, an ordinary face under the moonlight entered Eleven sights.

"So you look like this."

Opposite was a mortal, Eleven was still in control of the fire under his fury, and finally saw the appearance of this man under the mask, Eleven was still a little indescribably happy.

Qin Shu was expressionless, only his pupils trembled slightly:

"I look like this, are you disappointed?"

"Eh?" Eleven was surprised, "Why should I be disappointed? Although you don't look very good-looking, you are not vicious either!"

Qin Shu pursed his lips into a straight line: "..."

The young man tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he wanted to comfort Qin Shu, and said, "When I make friends, I don't care whether the other party is good-looking or not. Anyway, you are not as good-looking as I am!"

Qin Shu was still in a complicated mood at first, but he was speechless for a long time after hearing the brazen words.

This little guy set himself on fire just now, looking desperate, why did he treat himself as a "friend" without turning a corner?

After a while, Qin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly: "You take me as a friend?"

Eleven calculated the score between the two of them. He was touched on the face, but he burned the other party's mask, and it was barely even, so he waved his hand generously:

"As long as you don't make me angry again, then I will treat you as a friend!"

"I'm afraid this can't be done," Qin Shuyi pointed out, "If you touch your face, you will burn me so angry, then what I will do in the future, I'm afraid you will burn me to ashes .”

"You man!" Shi Yi rarely got angry, "Why are you making me angry?"

Qin Shu looked down at the mask that was split in two on the ground, and thought about it, but he didn't ask any more questions, walked over slowly, leaned over to look at Eleven's face, and there was a hint of a smile in his eyes :

"You seem to have not figured out your identity until now."

Eleven raised his chin: "My identity, hum! You don't even know it!"

Qin Shu suddenly changed the subject: "You really don't care if the other person is good-looking or not when you make friends?"

"Of course! I'm not a superficial person!"

"Then what if..." Qin Shu slowly paced around Eleven, "Not just being friends? You don't care about his looks?"

Eleven resolutely said: "That must not work! If he is a bad guy, the uglier he looks, the more I want to beat him into a pig's head!"

Qin Shu was silent for a moment: "...not an enemy either."

"what is that?"

Qin Shu suddenly leaned over, his lips almost touched Eleven's eardrum, and the warm breath blew on the boy's earbones, Eleven felt an inexplicably familiar itching, like the softest His feathers scratched lightly on the tips of his ears, causing his nerves to tremble. A vague thought flashed through his mind like an electric shock, and Qin Shu's hoarse voice suddenly slipped past.

That thought flashed too fast, and Eleven didn't catch it. He touched his burning ears in confusion, and asked stupidly:

"what did you just say?"

"I said," Qin Shu's voice was hoarse, with a magnetic texture, slowly repeating the topic that had been mentioned by him for the third time tonight, "I not only want to be your friend, but also your husband. "

This time Eleven did not lose his face in shock. A flash of light flashed in his mind, and the plots of those bloody romantic dramas he had seen hit his face, and the young boy blurted out:

"Are you a second cannon fodder who wants to pursue me?"

Qin Shu was stunned: "What? What kind of man are you talking about?"

Eleven stomped his feet fiercely and announced loudly: "No, I only like my brother!"

He said decisively, "I reject you! Let me tell you, I'm not a green tea!"

It is said in the TV series that the kind of people who step on two boats and want to refuse or welcome are all called green tea, and Xiao Fenghuang is definitely not that kind of person.

Qin Shu couldn't understand the kid's nonsense words at all, but he keenly grasped the key point:

"Brother? You mean the prince?"

He frowned, "The crown prince can't be your brother, you've got the wrong person!"

"I won't mistake anyone! I can recognize my brother's face even with my eyes closed!"

Qin Shu smiled coldly:

"If the crown prince is your elder brother, then am I also your elder brother?"

"what?"

"The prince is the younger brother of my mother!"

Eleven was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously called out: "Brother."

Qin Shu smiled softly and nodded with satisfaction: "Good."

"So you're my brother's brother," Eleven put on a flattering smile in an instant, approached Qin Shu, and begged with his small face up, "Then you must know where my brother lives? Take me to find him." !"

"Why are you so sure that the prince is your brother? He doesn't know you at all."

Eleven took it for granted that:

"My own brother, can I not know what he looks like? I'm not stupid."

looks?A thought flashed through Qin Shu's mind:

"You just identified the prince as your brother by virtue of his appearance?"

"Yup!"

Qin Shu's gaze was a bit indescribable, and he implicitly reminded:

"Did you know that there are many people with similar looks in this world?"

"My brother is so good-looking, how can anyone be similar to him?" Eleven pointed to his face, shamelessly using himself as an example, "It's like I'm so good-looking, have you ever met me? Similar people?"

Qin Shu was speechless for a long while before resuming the conversation:

"Since you said that the crown prince is your elder brother, isn't it just right for you to marry me? He is my younger brother. You have entered the gate of Prince Jing's mansion, and he is a legitimate...relative with him."

"Hey!" Eleven was anxious, "Why are you so stupid? My elder brother is my Taoist companion, my boyfriend, my husband, do you understand?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Shu's face suddenly changed. From the very beginning, although he felt strange when he heard Eleven call the prince "brother", he never thought that this elder brother was the elder brother of love.

Qin Shu's eyelids twitched violently as if being pricked by a needle, even his pupils turned red, and he lost any mood of temptation, tease, or abduction. He only felt a flame go straight from his chest to his brain, and he hated him so much. Gritting teeth:

"Feng Shishi! This king is still standing here, you dare to give me in front of me..."

He couldn't say the four words about wearing a cuckold.

Qin Shu's eyes flickered, and countless thoughts ran through his mind as if derailed. Could it be that Feng Shishi knew the prophecy of the national teacher?Do you know that the prince has plans for him now?Or did Feng Huairen want him to abandon himself and choose the crown prince?

No, Qin Shu quickly denied his suspicions.

Feng Huairen is weak on the surface, crying at every turn, but in fact he sees farther than anyone else, and he can see clearly that the biggest advantage of this prime minister who has won the trust of two emperors is that he never gets involved in disputes between princes. He lived in the first rank, but never married a royal family member. If Qin Shu hadn't been out of the family long ago, Feng Huairen would not have given him his son even if he asked to marry him himself.

And Eleven's frankness and innocence are definitely not fake. This young man's eyes are as clear as springs. His existence is a scene that is incompatible with the imperial palace, the Fengfu, and even the Dasheng Dynasty. The strange things he said He can spit fire out of his mouth with strange words, he disregards imperial power and patriarchal power, he makes the palace gossip, but he doesn't take it for granted, he seems to be messing around, but behind this is a huge His confidence and confidence supported him.

Qin Shu, who was born in Tianhuang nobles, has an intuition that this mysterious and unpredictable young man in red is the most noble and noble existence in this world.

The phoenix swims in the nine heavens, the four seas look towards the phoenix...

"Who are you?" Qin Shu's eyes were a little erratic, and he couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"I'm Feng Shishi!" Eleven looked at the person in front of him sympathetically, "Your memory doesn't seem to be very good, but my name is actually easy to remember."

People with poor memory usually have bad brains, and bad brains are a kind of disease.

Eleven scratched his head, and suddenly grabbed Qin Shu's hand to feel his pulse. The young boy frowned seriously: "Your anger is a little too high, restless...eh?"

He looked at Qin Shu's palm, and his eyes widened slightly. The skin in that palm was different from that of ordinary people. It was darker and lighter, covered with hideous wrinkles and scorched marks, which were left by old burns. Scar, very ugly and terrible.

"Are you hurt?"

Qin Shu's eyes turned cold, and he was about to withdraw his hand when the young boy suddenly lowered his head and spat into his palm: "Pfft!"

"You!" Qin Shu was amused and annoyed, "You are really... so courageous..."

Even if you despise him, you can't spit in his hand so blatantly, right?Qin Shu really wanted to hang the kid up and give him a spanking!

Qin Shu quickly withdrew his hand, he was not used to wearing a handkerchief, he looked at the child helplessly, and lifted the corner of his robe to rub it casually.

"Hey!" Eleven said anxiously, "Don't rub it, just wipe away the saliva, and your scar will be healed!"

Qin Shu was really annoyed and laughed: "You spit at me, is that called healing me? Do you think your saliva is fine liquid?"

The child blushed without panting, bragging: "What is fine nectar and jade liquid, my saliva is worth a lot more!"

"Your small mouth is full of nonsense, and your small face is as thick as a city wall. This king has never seen anything like you in my life..."

Qin Shu said the merciless words, but the smile in his eyes almost spread out, and the palm that was stained with the child's saliva was spread open, letting it dry naturally.

Eleven pursed his mouth and stared at Qin Shu with contempt:

"You ignorant fellow, hmph! Today you ignore me, tomorrow I will let you down! Then don't beg me again!"

"Can't afford it?" Qin Shu once again unexpectedly reached out and squeezed the pink and moist cheeks under the moonlight, "I'm afraid you don't know that the imperial decree to appoint you Feng Shishi as Princess Jing has long been announced to the world ..."

He chuckled softly, "That's right, you must not be that Feng Shishi... I don't care which Feng Shishi you are, and I don't care if you know it or not, and I will come here in person on the [-]th of next month." Feng Mansion, marry you back to the mansion!"

Eleven missed the point again, he angrily wiped his face with the back of his hand:

"Why are you touching my face again? I hate it!"

"It's still light to touch your face."

Qin Shu's eyes turned, and he suddenly grabbed Eleven's headband and pulled it hard. The crimson and flowing headband seemed to be dancing at his fingertips. Qin Shu's fingertips.

Feiyun Liuxia... was actually held in this person's hands.

Eleven was too shocked, but Qin Shu pulled out a purple silk ribbon from his sleeve, and loosened the boy's jet-black long hair.

"This hairband is the token of love you and I give each other." Qin Shu announced unilaterally.

He took a step back, looked at the young boy's unrelieved expression with satisfaction, and smiled again, Qin Shu sent a voice into the room with his inner strength:

"Fuqu Baiguo, Wangzai Xiaomantou, come out and take your master back to the house, and serve you well!"