Pei Yu was a little prince who was held in the palm of his hand and pampered and grew up. He was frail and sickly since he was a child, he was noble and squeamish, and had a bad temper.
The late emperor died of illness, and the little prince who had been praised to heaven fell to the bottom of the valley, and was sent to Nanman by the prince who evaded his power. The euphemistic name is friendly exchanges with enemy countries. But anyone familiar with the situation can guess that the little prince may not be able to come back after leaving.
It is said that the Nanman commander is nearly two meters tall, and one arm is thicker than the young prince's thigh. He is afraid that he can crush the delicate and frail young prince to death with just one hand...
Pei Yu and the accompanying young attendant rode on the carriage for more than half a month, and finally arrived in this wild place. The little prince, who had never suffered any crime before, gave up immediately. He cried hoarsely in the carriage and refused to get off.
The curtain of the carriage door was opened, and a thick wheat-colored arm stretched out. Pei Yu's eyes were round with tears, and he was so frightened that he even forgot to cry.
Lu Yeshu looked at the little prince huddled in the corner of the carriage and couldn't look away at all.
He had never seen such a beautiful little person, with pink eyes from crying, looking up at him obediently. The scent of the villain filled his breath, Luye Shu's dark eyes deepened, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.
"Are you the gift Zhongyuan gave me?"
The little prince cried even more sadly now. He couldn't understand what bird song this man was talking about! OnO?
Luye Shu's eyes darkened, and he easily pulled the little prince into his arms with one big palm, and coaxed him in broken Chinese dialect: "Don't cry, let's go home."
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The little prince was placed beside the bed by the man, his head hanging down in fear. Why is this man so big?
But the man knelt on one knee in front of him, took off the silk shoes on his feet in disgust, and put them on soft lambskin leather boots with his own hands.
"This one is comfortable." The man stared at Pei Yu seriously, and explained in a strange Central Plains dialect: "That, inferior quality."
Pei Yu was a little angry. The silk from their Central Plains was so precious! This ignorant barbarian! Pei Yu got out of bed and was about to argue with this person, but the soles of his feet sank into the soft wool.
Pei Yu: ... Okay, it seems more comfortable o_O?
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When the prince, who covered the sky with his hands, was thinking about ascending the throne as emperor, the door of the court was broken open by an uninvited guest.
The ministers in the court turned around in unison and saw a man in exotic clothes strolling in. Sitting on his arm was a man wrapped in fox fur with only his head exposed.
The ministers looked at each other: Didn't they say that the Nanman leader was extremely cruel? Why does the delicate and frail little prince on his body seem to be more rounded?
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At night, Pei Yu was pressed by a man on the table in the imperial study room filled with memorials.
"Baby, I'll help you deal with him. Let's try it here tonight, okay?"
Poor body shape｜Daily flowing cookies｜sc｜he
ps: historical fiction, the relevant settings are for plot service and have nothing to do with real history
Purpose: A desperate counterattack
