chemical canal

In the early morning of the second day, Xiao Luoyou was invited by the old prince Qi to the study for nearly a morning. When he left, the scenery in the courtyard had been covered with a thin layer of white quilt, and Mu Shaotang was standing there. Waiting for him in the snow.

"Why don't you go inside and wait?" Xiao Luoyou propped the umbrella in his hand to Mu Shaotang's side, and seeing the snow accumulated on his body, he couldn't help but help him pat it away.

"Ayou..." Mu Shaotang looked at him and called out.After breakfast, he watched his grandfather call people away on purpose, and he guessed the content of their conversation. He couldn't follow, so he could only wait here for people to come back.But just now when he watched Xiao Luoyou, who was dressed in white, walking slowly from the snow all over the sky with an oiled paper fan, he suddenly felt a feeling in his heart.This person is destined to be different from him, and if nothing else is said, just looking at his innate royal aura is enough to make people surrender involuntarily.

At this moment, Mu Shaotang finally fully understood that he could not deliberately cover up Xiao Luoyou's brilliance for his own selfishness, nor could he break his wings that were supposed to fly high because of his own affection.He thought that even if this person could not be completely his own, he would do his best to be loyal to him in his lifetime.

"Ayou, I..." Mu Shaotang wanted to tell the other party what he had just decided in his heart, but he couldn't continue because he only met Xiao Luoyou's eyes when the words came to his lips.

"It's snowing outside, let's talk about it after entering the house!" Xiao Luoyou habitually took Mu Shaotang's hand, turned around and was about to walk into the house, but found that Mu Shaotang was standing there without moving: "Master?" He looked at the person behind him in puzzlement and called.

Mu Shaotang didn't speak, but held Xiao Luoyou's hand and looked at her.

"You..." Seeing that he was still unwilling to take a step, Xiao Luoyou finally just sighed helplessly, and simply gave up the idea of ​​entering the house and said: "I did not agree to what the old prince said."

"Ayou?" A flash of surprise flashed across Mu Shaotang's face after hearing this.

"Compared to Huangtu Baye, what I want to do more is to travel around the beautiful scenery of the world with someone and eat all the delicacies in the world." Xiao Luoyou's tone was calm as usual, but Mu Shaotang was very excited when he heard it. Having some concerns, he opened his arms and hugged the person in front of him tightly: "Ayou, I will go tell my father to let him inherit the throne when I become an adult, and then we will do what we want things."

"Okay..." Xiao Luoyou put his arms around Mu Shaotang's waist and buried his head in his chest: "It's all up to you."

Originally, the picture of the two hugging each other under the umbrella in the snow scene should be beautiful and warm, but perhaps because the emotion was too sad, Xiao Luoyou looked at Mu Shaotang with a little regret after the two separated and said: "Then Wouldn't it be possible for me to call you Shizi in the future?"

Mu Shaotang nodded, and led him into the house: "That's right, I'll just be an idler when my younger brother inherits the throne."

"Then there is no money?" Xiao Luoyou asked as he handed the umbrella to the person beside him.

"Yes!" Mu Shaotang propped more than half of the umbrellas towards Xiao Luoyou.

"Then you are a poor ghost." Some people began to dislike it.

"Could it be that Ah You is planning to abandon me?" Mu Shaotang deliberately showed a worried expression.

Xiao Luoyou shook his head after hearing this: "I was just thinking that since you can't be a prince anymore, then I will give you the position of my seventh princess."

Mu Shaotang frowned slightly: "Why is Ayou the princess?"

"Could it be that you just want the side concubine?" Xiao Luoyou nodded generously, pinching his chin and thinking: "It's not impossible for the side concubine..."

Mu Shaotang suddenly felt a headache and asked directly: "Shouldn't Ayou be the king's husband?"

Xiao Luoyou looked at Mu Shaotang with an unbelievable expression on his face: "My son, this king is my husband."

"Are you sure?" Mu Shaotang asked back.

"Of course!" Xiao Luoyou put his hands on his hips: "This king is a prince, so naturally he will marry a princess."

In an instant, Mu Shaotang felt that he had pampered someone too much in his daily life. In order to let him recognize the identities of the two of them, he decisively threw away the umbrella in his hand, and without warning, threw the person who was still struggling He picked it up and stepped into the house.

"Master, what are you doing? Let me down—"

After hearing Xiao Luoyou's shout, the old prince Qi and his son who passed by outside the house showed a trace of embarrassment on each other's faces.

"Ahem... that old man still has something to do..." Old Prince Qi stroked his beard and said.

"My son is also, too..." Picking up the oiled paper fan on the ground that was turning its belly, he quickly wiped the soles of his feet with oil.