I know I was wrong

On this day, Li Zhu hired some strong men and made trouble at the prince's mansion.Even through the triple door, he could hear him yelling: "Tell your lords to come out!"

Although the brawny man is strong, he is not as confident as Li Zhu, and he echoed vainly, "Come out, come out."

Li Zhu: "..."

Earlier Li Zhu wanted to call two people from the patrol battalion to help him stand on the street, and he also called two people.They only heard that there was going to be trouble, but they didn't hear who was going to make trouble.When he walked to the gate of the prince's mansion, he turned his face and changed his mind when he saw the plaque bestowed by the emperor.

The two persuaded one after another: "You and the Sixth Prince fought in the streets and alleys. It is really unnecessary to ask us to come over and have a fight. Isn't this hurting the friendship between the two of you!" Li Zhugang wanted to say, "What kind of friendship do I have with him?" , and saw the two running away with their tails between their legs.

Immortals fight with little devils and suffer, but they still have to sneak away first to save their lives.

Li Zhu hated these two hopeless people for being so timid and afraid of getting into trouble, so he went to the downtown area to throw money, and if he had money, he could make ghosts turn the millstones, so he could be counted as bringing in a few strong men.Who would have thought that they were such timid people, whose gentleness was no less than that of the girl with a handkerchief at the gate on the fourth floor of Jianchun Street: "Come here, come here."

Very greasy.

But greasy is also good, finally made Yan Shirong feel sick inside.

Yan Shirong threw away the cotton stuffed in her ears, but still felt that this guy was very noisy.Every time he provoked him, he would beat the gongs and drums, wishing that the whole street would come out to criticize him.

Yan Shirong sighed, and just wanted someone to invite him in, when he heard a "bang", Li Zhu climbed over the wall and came in as soon as his shadow fell, and fell on his ass in the sky.

Yan Shirong couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

But Li Zhu patted his buttocks, walked up to him pretending to be nothing, and slammed his head and face: "Sixth Prince, I have you."

As soon as Yan Shirong heard this address, he knew that Li Zhu was angry. He thought that he had followed the rules for the whole July without making any mistakes, and couldn't figure out where he had offended him.

Yan Shirong folded his fan and waved: "I also ask Lord Li Xiaohou to give me some advice."

But Li Zhu didn't like his flattery, and asked him: "The whole capital is saying that I have an affair with that butcher in Dongshi, did you do it?"

Hearing this, Yan Shirong suppressed a smile, but denied it: "I didn't do it."

Li Zhu snatched his folding fan: "Well, you sixth prince, don't pretend to be confused."

Yan Shirong couldn't help laughing out loud.

Li Zhu said bitterly: "My little lord worked so hard to grow up with your "Tao Li Lu" to ward off disasters and avoid disasters for you. Is this how you treat me? Thanks to you, now the butcher Wang Fengren says that I am bullying others If he wants to do something wrong to him, the butcher in Beijing shares the same hatred with him, and no one is willing to sell me pork for the Wuhou Mansion."

Yan Shirong rolled his eyes, and could only say: "Then you come to my prince's mansion to eat meat."

Li Zhu was happy, right in his arms, and immediately took out a pair of chopsticks from his sleeves: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

Yan Shirong: "..."

When Wenniang heard that Lord Li Xiaohou was coming to the mansion, she specially made him his favorite sweet-scented osmanthus fish sticks, golden brown and fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Yan Shirong: "Pull you down, no one in your Wuhou Mansion dares to sell pork anymore. Once Wen Niang passes by, isn't she a clever woman who can't cook without rice?"

Li Zhu's face was crooked with anger.

As if thinking of something while eating, Li Zhu said: "These days, Wu Xiao entered the palace diligently, and the emperor gave him food, so he asked him politely if it was delicious, but he said that the sweet-scented osmanthus fish seemed stinky. It stinks, it's because the imperial chef is careless, and I suggest that the emperor punish them severely."

Extremely arrogant.Yan Shirong thought to himself.

"I can't help it, he has made great contributions to the government." Li Zhu said, "Now he is quite famous in the court because of his meritorious service, and no one dares to provoke him. But Xue Cuo is quite close to him. After all, there is some origin from the parents."

Yan Shirong stopped his chopsticks, "What does the emperor say?"

Li Zhu shook his head, "I don't quite understand."

At the right time, Cheng Gui came over and whispered to him, Yan Shirong frowned, and said to Li Zhu: "Go back after eating."

Li Zhu also knew that this person was about to see off a guest, so he quickly patted his ass and left.For so many years, the little prince will be in a hurry when it comes to Xue Cuo.If it is said that he doesn't know Yan Shirong's thoughts, then the brothers have really done nothing these years.

"Tao Li Lu" was drafted by him, but this booklet is for Yan Qing to read, to see how romantic his younger brother is, mediocre and incompetent.People who put all their heart in Fengyue can't talk about any threats.

But Li Zhu knew that Yan Shirong was much smarter than what everyone saw. The first emperor was afraid that he would cause trouble in the future, and his brother would not tolerate him, so he gave him a gold medal to avoid death.

Yan Shirong went back to the study, the newly delivered letter was pressed on the table, the more Yan Shirong looked at it, his brows furrowed deeper.He thought for a long time, and finally wrote a few replies.

The letter was written from day to night. It was a thick stack, sealed a few letters, and asked Chenggui to send it to the state capitals quickly.

Chenggui took the letter, looked at Yan Shirong's pale lips, and couldn't bear it: "You should care more about yourself."

Yan Shirong waved his hand indifferently: "It's already July."

Cheng Gui's face turned pale, and he said in a low voice, "Master...the man still hasn't heard from him."

"never mind."

After thinking for a while, Cheng Gui took out a few blueprints from his pocket and handed them over.

Yan Shirong frowned even more after seeing it, "You don't need to snare anything for me anymore, who I am and what my fate is, in fact, I was born to be doomed. No matter how powerful I am, I will still die if I deserve to die."

Cheng Gui was so frightened that he shook his head again and again: "You can't think so wildly!"

Yan Shirong took out a small palm-sized red lacquer box from behind the innermost row of bookshelves, and then untied the gold thread tied around his neck, on which hung a carved jade pendant with intricate patterns—it turned out to be the key to the small box.

With a "click", the lock was opened, and inside were several knuckle-sized jade pendants.Yan Shirong pulled them out and handed them to Chenggui.

Chenggui didn't dare to take it, his face was terrified, anticipating what Yan Shirong was going to do, he hurriedly said: "This can't be done!"

Yan Shirong put the jade pendant in his hand: "I... actually have nothing left for him, these are just right, what I can take out, and can protect him well."

Cheng Gui whispered, "Actually, I think Master Commander Shi also likes you."

After hearing this, Yan Shirong's peach blossom eyes sparkled, but he had to calm down and reminded himself: "He likes women."

——"The woman he likes has breasts, waist and butt, but it's a pity that he's someone else's wife."

Just as Cheng Gui was about to speak, he suddenly heard Yan Shirong cough twice, and he hurried forward to pat Yan Shirong's back.

Yue Mo coughed for a long time before Yan Shirong calmed down, and said to Cheng Gui: "Tomorrow, buy me two lip balms."

Cheng Gui nodded again and again, and before leaving he took a worried look at Yan Shirong, whose face was even paler under the candlelight.

At night, Yan Shirong couldn't sleep, so she put on some clothes and walked in the courtyard. When she walked under the wall, she found something strange.

It just so happened that a black shadow descended from the sky, but his skill was much better than that of Lord Li Xiaohou. The movement of climbing over the wall was coherent and smooth, and even had a sense of beauty.

Xue Cuo didn't know that the first time he climbed over the wall of the prince's mansion, he ended up falling right in front of the prince, so he touched his nose and looked a little embarrassed for a moment.

The two haven't seen each other for more than ten days since the last time they broke up on Jianchun Street, and the moon turned from loss to gain and back again.

Yan Shirong said: "Commander Shi, you have gone to the wrong room."

"No," Xue Cuo paused, and said in a calm voice, "I'm here to see you."

"Oh."

Xue Cuo's eyes kept lingering on Yan Shirong, but he never said anything else.

Yan Shirong hated himself for blocking the conversation with this "oh", thinking that he was usually eloquent, but now he couldn't speak a word to Xue Cuo.

Chat about the scenery or dinner?

——Do you think the moon is big?

——Is your dinner delicious?

Yan Shirong opened his mouth and said: "Do you think this moon is delicious?"

...Let him die.

Unexpectedly, Xue Cuo actually raised his head to look at the sky, it was pitch black, and the moon had already been hidden in the dark clouds. After thinking about it, he seriously commented: "It should not be very tasty."

Yan Shirong: "..."

The two sat down in the yard, looking at the sky side by side.

Suddenly Yan Shirong asked: "Are you okay in court?"

Xue Cuo thought that the news about Wu Xiao probably reached Yan Shirong's ears, "It doesn't matter. Wu Xiao is a man with a deep family background and a powerful background, so don't associate with him."

Yan Shirong nodded: "I really don't want to associate with him at his age."

Xue Cuo glanced at him, and asked in a low voice: "You are young...you are willing to come and go?"

At some point, Xue Cuo's hand had already circled behind his back, embracing him vaguely, getting closer and closer, Yan Shirong felt his heart beating faster, and he didn't know what to answer, so he nodded indiscriminately: "May...yes."

Xue Zuo took it back, as if angry.

Yan Shirong rolled his eyes, but he didn't understand what Xue Cuo was angry about.

The two looked at the sky dully, and Xue Cuo's voice became even deeper: "The emperor's meaning-after the affairs in the court are settled, I will hold a seven-heart banquet for you and choose the princess. What do you think?"

Yan Shirong asked back: "Is this the emperor's intention or Huifei's intention?"

"Is there a difference?"

Yan Shirong glanced at Xue Cuo, "Of course there is a difference."

The emperor returned to the emperor, if Jiang Yue sent him away in such a hurry, it was probably because of Xue Cuo.

After a long time, Yan Shirong asked cautiously: "Then, what do you mean?"

Just after asking, the familiar stuffy feeling came to his chest, Yan Shirong's back felt a chill, he pushed Xue Cuo away and ran into the room, and fled back to the room almost in despair.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, and his chest seemed to be burning. Yan Shirong slid all the way along the closed door and sat on the ground, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, not daring to make a sound.

The suppressed cough was like a kitten whimpering, one by one, muffled by the snow-white silk handkerchief.

Xue Cuo outside the door was still knocking on the door, and a sound came in through the tight door.

"My lord..."

"You really..."

"Want to know what I mean?"

Yan Shirong tightly covered her mouth, not daring to let herself make any noise, her face was swollen crimson, and her eyes were filled with water vapor.

Finally, Xue Cuo stopped knocking on the door, and after a while, he said: "Forget it...then I will come to see you tomorrow."

Yan Shirong tremblingly wiped away the marks on the corners of his mouth.

Yan Shirong didn't dare to open his mouth to breathe heavily until he heard Xue Cuo's leaving footsteps.

He wanted to know, and he was afraid to know.

But he was even more afraid of showing his pale and embarrassed side in front of Xue Cuo.

Fortunately, Xue Cuo left.

Xue Cuo returned home the same way, feeling a little ache in his heart for no reason.

[So, what do you mean? 】

He sighed, don't you understand what I mean?

Xue Cuo returned to his room, carefully unfolded the pleadings in his arms, stroked the name and palm prints on it, and couldn't help smiling.

There is a large box under his bed, with black lacquer inlaid with gold and silver pieces, and a delicate gold lock hanging on it. When he opened it, it was full of indictments—the name was signed clearly and gracefully. He was so unrestrained and unrestrained that he was full of resentment and confused, looking at the handwriting on it, one could imagine that the man had a frowning look on his face.

Xue Cuo carefully took out a sheet from inside, unfolded it gently, and it was about his "flirting with courtiers".

The corners of his lips curled up involuntarily, the coldness all over his body disappeared in the beating candlelight, and there was a bit of tenderness on his face.

The pleadings say:

Knowing his mistake, he swears to God that he will never touch Ye Shilang's finger again, and hopes that he will meet up and down on a narrow road so that he can do it for himself.

……

Xue Cuo gently covered his face with that piece of paper—the side with his fingerprints on it, and sighed, and gently relieved it with the remaining hand underneath.

"What I mean, of course, is that I want to detain you for the rest of my life. You are not allowed to go to the Seven Hearts Banquet, you are not allowed to see other girls, and you are not allowed to flirt with others."

"...Little prince, you can only be mine."

After a long time, Xue Cuo calmed down and put it back carefully, then closed the lid and locked it.

The author has something to say: Thanks to a little angel who did not want to be named for his irrigation!

I will definitely thrive with my son!thanks, thanks!