From sourness to slight jealousy, this emotional transformation is not a year or two, but only a quarter of an hour.When he reacted, Bo Yikao himself couldn't believe that he would have such a negative emotion as jealousy, which was really worthy of the virtue of a gentleman.He lowered his eyes and stopped looking at the picture that annoyed him, and if he could, he even wanted to leave the room immediately, so that he would not have to listen to the intimate conversation between Su Daji and the Shang King."
Daji, it's been a few days since you came to Chaoge, and I haven't taken you to go shopping yet."
Di Xin's tone revealed a kind of gentleness: "After lunch in a while, we will leave the palace together." ”"Okay."
Fu Zhenhong replied and glanced at Bo Yi Kao lightly.Seeing this, Di Xin followed Fu Zhenhong's line of sight, and paused when he found that the white cat was staggering, and said, "Do you want to bring this cat with you?"
”"No, you don't."
Fu Zhenhong replied: "Just hand over this cat to Cui Kite to take care of." ”Di Xin nodded, and then summoned Xiao Panzi, who was waiting outside the door, and asked him to send a message to the dining room to prepare for lunch.The dining room was efficient, and after a short time, a sumptuous meal was served to the table one by one, and when Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin had lunch, they handed over the white cat form Bo Yi Kao to Cui Kite to hold.Seeing that the white cat has been trying to break free from himself, he is afraid that he will hurt the white cat hard, so he has to put the white cat on the wooden bench behind the screen, and he stands on the edge of the wooden bench to guard him at all times, so as to prevent the white cat from running away or escaping.Fu Zhenhong didn't have much appetite, so he stopped after eating a few bites.Di Xin was not hungry either, and put down the wooden chopsticks not long after Fu Zhenhong stopped.The attendants cleverly brought the after-dinner fruit.Fu Zhenhong glanced at the fruits on the table, and finally picked up a bunch of plump and large moist grapes, and then picked the bunches of grapes one by one and put them on the plate.Fu Zhenhong's hands are very good-looking, the knuckles are distinct, the fingers are slender and white, and the dark purple grapes make his hands as delicate as jade, and the moist water droplets on the grapes also make Fu Zhenhong's fingertips moist, so that there is a desire to suck in his mouth.
The urge to suck.Di Xin stared at Fu Zhenhong's hand for a while, and it wasn't until Fu Zhenhong picked all the grapes that he moved his lips and said as if unintentionally: "Daji, it seems that she likes to eat grapes." ”Fu Zhenhong paused for half a second, glanced at Di Xin's dark eyes, and then asked rhetorically according to Di Xin's words: "Aren't grapes the most delicious fruit in the world?"
”When Di Xin heard this, he laughed suddenly, and said meaninglessly: "I would think so, most of them are foxes." ”Fu Zhenhong also laughed, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he said unhurriedly: "You are quite right." ”He chimed in.Di Xin raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand lazily, picked up a strand of Fu Zhenhong's black hair hanging down on his chest, and asked while circling his fingers, "So Daji, is it a fox?"
”Fu Zhenhong did not answer Di Xin's words directly, but threw this question to Di Xin: "King, what do you think I am?"
”Di Xin pursed his lips, and after a moment of silence, he replied, "You are the widow Daji, and it is the existence that I want to stay by my side all the time. ”Fu Zhenhong's real identity in this world was confirmed in his understatement conversation with Di Xin, and it was naturally skipped after being confirmed.Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin, who are the parties involved, did not choose to continue to investigate this, just like a secret that the two of them tacitly knew, and there would be no change in attitude before and after, as calm as if they were discussing today's weather.On the contrary, it was the Bo Yi test behind the screen, and the reaction was greater.Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin didn't speak loudly, there was still a long distance from where they were on the screen, and Cui Kite was guarding the white cat form behind the screen, and he didn't hear Fu Zhenhong's conversation.But he could hear this clearly, for he was now in the body of a cat, and the cat's hearing was three times as sharp as a man's.It was also because he heard it very clearly, he was surprised that the Shang King was frank and conniving in dealing with Su Daji's identity.Bo Yi Kao thought of the white fox in the other party's arms when he first saw Su Daji, at that time he suspected that Su Daji's real identity might be related to the white fox, but it was just a suspicion, he didn't find any substantial evidence, and now, his final guess has also been confirmed.However, compared to the determination of Su Daji's identity, Bo Yi thought more about Di Xin as a king, and he didn't care at all that Su Daji was transformed by a fox demon, so he accepted it without any worries.If it's him, what if it's himself?
Bo Yi asked himself in his heart.If it were him, would he be able to behave so lightly like the king of Shang.But then Bo Yi thought about it, Su Daji had that superb "beautiful" face that made people feel in his heart at a glance, and he was not so surprised that all the unreasonable things were placed on Su Daji.Even if Su Da's true identity is known, I am afraid that the person who knows more still wants to possess it, rather than running away in fear because the other party is a fox demon.Bo Yi Kao was thinking about Fu Zhenhong, and when he came back to his senses from his thoughts, Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin had already left the room, ready to go to the streets of Chaoge City.The palace was still a distance away from the most lively and prosperous street in Chaoge, and Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin took a carriage all the way to the entrance of the street before getting off the carriage and starting to walk.Although Di Xin is the king of songs, he has basically not wandered around here, and the people don't know what he looks like, so they are naturally not afraid of being recognized.As for Fu Zhenhong, because his appearance was too beautiful, in order to avoid being conspicuous and causing unnecessary trouble, he put on a hat when he got off the carriage.However, even so, when he and Di Xin walked side by side on the street, they still attracted the attention of many people.There is no other reason, although Fu Zhenhong's face is covered, but his body is slender, his body is perfectly proportioned, and the silhouette is faintly visible under the thin veil of the hat, which adds a hazy and mysterious beauty, which makes people want to see his appearance under the hood.In addition to Fu Zhenhong, Di Xin walking beside him is also conspicuous.Di Xin's tall stature and tall figure make him stand out in the crowd, coupled with his handsome appearance, extraordinary clothes, and his body is full of a kind of slaughter and domineering that is above others, and he is by no means ordinary at first glance.Di Xin didn't care about the man's gaze on him, but he was unhappy with the staring eyes of Daji.The emotional displeasure made Di Xin subconsciously frown, and this frown made his own sharp and sharp face even more terrifying.His gaze swept towards those who had been staring at Fu Zhenhong, and without any words, it made this person's back chill, and he felt as if he had fallen into a cold cellar."
Daji," Di Xin called out to Fu Zhenhong, and when Fu Zhenhong looked at him when he heard the voice, he took Fu Zhenhong's hand hanging by his side.Di Xin's body temperature is one higher than that of ordinary people, and Fu Zhenhong's body temperature is one lower than that of ordinary people, when the temperature difference between one high and one low blends together with Di Xin's tight grip on Fu Zhenhong's hand, Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin have a tacit understanding and glance at each other.Di Xin gently pinched Fu Zhenhong's index finger with his hot fingertips, and a wave of heat was transmitted to Fu Zhenhong's body along his fingertips, all the way down Fu Zhenhong's back to his throat.Fu Zhenhong's Adam's apple rolled, and when he spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Di Xin, I'm here." ”The corners of Di Xin's mouth suddenly rose happily, he clenched Fu Zhenhong's hand, and held him so that his body was always less than half a meter away from him.The two of them just wandered around, and didn't say anything more, quietly interlocking their fingers.Di Xin enjoyed the atmosphere now, he didn't need to think about anything else, just simply with the man next to him.Di Xin didn't think the street scene on both sides was very attractive, but this cookie-cutter scenery was because he was holding the man in his palm at the moment, and it added a kind of bland and quiet beauty.This is what he has never experienced in life.In the past, he despised such mediocrity, but now because of the people next to him, walking on this street, Di Xin has a slight nostalgia.Such times don't happen very often.Whether it is for Di Xin or for Fu Zhenhong.At dusk, the sun had sunset over the West Mountain, the sky and the earth were dusk, everything was hazy, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Di Xin and Fu Zhenhong, stretching the shadows of the two.Di Xin led Fu Zhenhong into an inn and ordered the signature side dishes in the inn in the private room on the second floor.With the experience of the inn when he returned to the court, this time Di Xin did not have any rustiness and discomfort.The meal was quickly served by the shopkeeper.While Fu Zhenhong and Di Xin were eating, a burst of music with a rather strange melody sounded on the stage in the center below.Fu Zhenhong was attracted by the music, put down the dishes and chopsticks, looked down, and saw two middle-aged men in black robes walking on the stage with a folding fan.Looking at this posture, it looks like preparing to tell a story.
[Xiaohong, is there a storyteller in this era?
】[Nope.] 】[Then why is this ......]
[I don't know.] 】Fu Zhenhong was quite indifferent and refused the question of the weak chicken system.In fact, in the information that Fu Zhenhong learned, storytelling first originated in the Spring and Autumn Period and arose in the Song Dynasty.Judging from the records, there should not be such storytellers in the Shang Dynasty, but the history of this era is not as detailed and specific as other dynasties, and the world itself is full of fantasy, and it is already considered to belong to an overhead world that is separated from the trajectory of history itself, so it is not impossible that there will be storytellers."
Daji, interested in this?"
Di Xin saw that Fu Zhenhong had been staring down, so he asked with interest.Fu Zhenhong shook her head and said lightly: "It's okay." ”