C20 Fragrance

Chen Yu raised his head and looked at Moh Feng. Moh Feng stared at him and the flute, but didn't say anything.

"Are you gone?" Chen Yu put the flute back into the box. He had a feeling that the tassel and the stone had a special meaning to Moh Feng, but he did not know much about Moh Feng. Chen Yu could not understand.

Moh Feng nodded and got into the carriage.

Back at the Third Prince's Palace, Chen Yu put the flute on the table. The Guoyue jumped to the side of the box and scratched the corner of it curiously.

Chen Yu carried it to the side. He turned around and saw that Moh Feng had already taken off his coat and was sitting on the bed with his eyes narrowed to rest. Chen Yu shook his head and took his clothes to take a bath.

After a bumpy day, both he and Moh Feng were tired. This time, the Guoyue followed him to the side of the spring. Chen Yu looked at it and found it a little funny. He lowered his head and touched the cat's head and said, "Are you male or female? Do you want to see me take a bath?"

The Guoyue mewed. Chen Yu sighed and stopped talking to the cat. He took off his clothes and went into the water.

Then the Guoyue stopped meowing. Chen Yu was about to finish bathing when he turned back to look at the Guoyue. He saw the kitten lying on the ground, scratching its nose with its little paws. En... it actually had a nosebleed.

Chen Yu:... "

"Mother?" Chen Yu was expressionless. God knew how much he wanted to laugh. His body was only thirteen years old. There was something similar to his previous life, and that was beauty. He was no longer handsome. He could be considered handsome, but he was still a man.

However, it was quite strange for a kitten to have a nosebleed while watching people shower. Chen Yu got up and dried his body. He put on his clothes and walked over. He used his hands to wipe off the nosebleed of the Guoyue.

"Is the fish too fragrant? It can't really be made by watching me take a bath." Chen Yu picked up the Guoyue and muttered to himself. The Guoyue was listless in his arms. He did not know if it was because of some blood.

When he returned to his room, Moh Feng also took his clothes. He did not speak to Chen Yu, who had just returned, and directly left for the bath spring.

Chen Yu gave the Guoyue some water and went to sleep on the bed beside him.

The next day, Moh Feng had already put on his clothes by the side. Chen Yu rubbed the corners of his eyes and looked at him. Moh Feng seemed to have sensed some movement, so he turned back to look at Chen Yu. He immediately regretted not putting his clothes together.

... "Oh, Moh Feng." The sleepy little beauty was lying on her side in the light blue bedding. Her clothes were a little messy, and her black hair was scattered on the pillow. Her lazy appearance made one feel uneasy. Moh Feng could only turn his head to suppress the evil fire. The maid continued to help him put on his clothes, but in her heart, she was indeed worthy of being the Little Imperial Concubine. This could make the calm Prince panic.

"There will be guests coming later, you can rest for a while and then get up." Moh Feng put on his clothes, turned around and pulled the blanket for Chen Yu, covering her collarbone and chest under her white neck. Chen Yu snorted and narrowed his eyes to recover his mind. He did not notice that the man in front of him was looking at him with doting eyes.

The Guoyue was carried out of the room by Moh Feng, and Chen Yu only slowly got up and washed up after an hour.

The maid would still insist on recommending the headdress to Chen Yu when he was dressing up. But Chen Yu really couldn't stand the gold, silver, and jewelry, and it was so heavy that it gave him a headache. In the end, all she did was put a few bright red flowers on the bun, and put a round jade on it before she finished her makeup.

Chen Yu picked out a clothing that was not as pink as before, but it was also a velvet coat with the color of peach blossoms. He walked out of the room, and the autumn wind caressed his face. Chen Yu ruffled his hair, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Moh Feng.

Moh Feng was talking to a middle-aged man. That man had an iron-boned appearance, and he was probably a warrior. Behind him was a young girl about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Chen Yu slowly walked over. Moh Feng glanced at him from the corner of his eye and reached out to pull him. The young girl also saw him. She seemed to have thought of his identity, and her expression was not good.

"This is the protector of Martial Arts Competition, Wen Rong." Moh Feng introduced him simply. "Protector Wen, this is the inner chambers, Chen Yu."

Wen Rong cupped his hands and bowed to Chen Yu. Chen Yu nodded slightly, but he obediently leaned against Moh Feng. That was his outward appearance, an introverted child.

"Just two months. Two months later, I will definitely take back what you need. These two months, my daughter Wenn Ning has entrusted it to you."

"Yes, quickly go and quickly return."

Chen Yu did not understand what they were talking about. All he did was lower his head and play with the corner of his clothes. He leaned his head against Moh Feng's arm and thought about what Moh Feng and Wen Rong had said.

Although he did not know what Wen Rong was going to do, it must be something very important. Wen Rong must be very simple. He did not have any servants or relatives at home. Otherwise, he would not have come to ask Moh Feng to help take care of his daughter, Wenn Ning.

As for Wenn Ning, she would be staying in the Third Prince's Palace for the next two months.

Let's observe for a bit. If she was not a scheming girl, it would not be a big deal for him to reveal some things to her.

An hour later, Wen Rong left. Moh Feng was holding Chen Yu's hand and was about to instruct a servant to arrange a room for Wenn Ning when Wenn Ning suddenly walked over and said, "Your Highness... please wait."

Chen Yu turned back to look at her. Moh Feng also stopped but did not turn back. He only slightly lowered his head to look at the little person in his hand. "What is the matter, Miss Wen?"

Before Wenn Ning could say anything, Chen Yu gently pulled away Moh Feng's hand. Moh Feng was stunned. He lowered his head to look at Chen Yu. His expression was as if Chen Yu was going to disappear in front of his eyes. He looked as anxious as a child who was about to lose a toy.

Chen Yu slightly curled the corner of his mouth. He squatted down and picked up the Guoyue that had come out of nowhere. He turned around and said to the two of them, "Your Highness, Miss Wen, excuse me for now."

This... Moh Feng frowned. The more he looked at Yue, the more unhappy he became. Wenn Ning slowly walked over and bit her red lips. Although she was simple and elegant, she did not move Moh Feng.

Chen Yu did it on purpose.

In his opinion, after all, he and Moh Feng were just nominal husband and wife. It was fine if he didn't help Moh Feng block the peach blossoms. En...