The boss always wants me to die [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 7

Murong Huabin bid farewell to Prince Murong Fanger and Murong Qinglin, Murong Qinglin rolled his eyes: "Second brother, what's your name as a little guard, and where did you get it? I also want to find someone similar."

Murong Huabin glanced at Murong Qinglin dotingly, and called Chen Wenyao to his eyes: "His name is A Yao, he is the son of an old friend of mine, otherwise I would have given it to you."

"Ayao!" Murong Qinglin blinked his eyes, and suddenly realized after thinking for a while, "The prince's brother has a fox also named Ayao, but it's a pity that he lost it a few months ago, he looks so beautiful!"

Chen Wenyao didn't expect that after several months, this little prince still remembered him, so he couldn't help but glance at him.

Murong Huabin just smiled when he heard the words: "Oh, really? That's such a coincidence." Then he left with Chen Wenyao.

In the past two days, Chen Wenyao followed him to see Concubine Ji, bid farewell to grandfather, and some friends of the same age.On the third day, Murong Huabin Shi Shiran changed into a military uniform, and rode a reddish-brown horse to stand under the city wall.

The towering high wall protects the capital like a giant, Murong Qinglin stood on top of the wall and waved desperately at him: "Second brother——"

Murong Huabin raised his head and looked at the prince who was standing quietly beside Murong Qinglin. He was as quiet as a piece of uncut jade. Just putting it there, people couldn't help getting closer. With a congratulatory smile, Murong Huabin responded with a smile.The moment he lowered his head, his face darkened, secretly thinking that on the day he returned triumphantly, he would take off the rabbit skin that the fox was wearing.

When Murong Yuanfan's green-clothed horse appeared outside the city, Murong Huabin gave an order: "The whole army set off—"

Shuzhong is located in the west of Daliang Kingdom, and there are many grasslands in the territory, so the soldiers are very good at riding. Along the way, Murong Huabin was discussing with the soldiers how to deal with them.

It was half a month since the army set off. During this period, Murong Yuanfan had been depressed and drank his sorrows all day long. Chen Wenyao was ordered by the general to take care of him. Seeing that he was so unwilling to make progress, he could not help but comfort him: "The third prince spends the whole day drinking like this." Soothing, I don’t know if Mrs. Wen knows?”

Murong Yuanfan didn't speak for almost half a month, and the people who took care of him didn't dare to talk to him. He suddenly heard such a sentence from the little guard who took care of him every day, and couldn't help but glance at him. After a quick glance at the East Palace, he really hadn't really looked at the little guard seriously. Looking at it this way, he felt that Murong Qinglin was not exaggerating. The little guard was pretty good-looking, even better than Wen Zhi.

But so what?

He is not Wen Zhi.

Thinking of this, he put down the jug in his hand, "I didn't expect that even a humble little guard like you would know about me."

"Whether Wen Zhi knows or not doesn't make any difference. Even if he knows that I've been imprisoned by my father, he will see me once in the future. Even if I get sick from drinking for him, I'm afraid he won't even bother to look at me again. After all... It was I who damaged his reputation."

"Little guard, are you very afraid of my second brother?" Murong Yuanfan suddenly asked such a sentence, and before Chen Wenyao could reply, he said to himself, "It's not just you, there are several people who serve him Are you not afraid of him?"

Chen Wenyao didn't dare to answer, put down the food respectfully, and quietly backed out.

Back to the main account, Murong Huabin asked, "Is there anything unusual about my third brother?"

Chen Wenyao retreated behind him, and said softly: "The third prince is still the same as before, drinking his sorrows all day long." After thinking for a while, he repeated the conversation between himself and Murong Yuanfan.

Murong Huabin nodded: "Among my brothers, he is the quietest. He has had an unrestrained temperament since he was a child, so he often sees things more clearly than others. If he talks to you in the future, you will accompany him Speaking of talking, it's best to follow his words and see if the prince has anything to say to him."

Knowing that the last sentence was the key point, Chen Wenyao obediently responded, opened the tent, and walked out.

Chen Wenyao has never imagined why Murong Huabin believed that the prince wanted to harm him. In his opinion, the prince is quiet, virtuous, gentle and elegant, maybe a bit too kind, but he can't see at all that he is a person pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger , but thinking about Murong Huabin's image in the eyes of outsiders, it is so harmless, even looks like a big brother next door, but in private...

Chen Wenyao thought: Maybe the prince has been acting.

When Chen Wenyao was far away, a person came in, stuck it in Murong Huabin's ear, and told everything that happened in Murong Yuanfan's tent again. Murong Huabin nodded, expressing that he understood.

I don't know whether it's because Chen Wenyao is good-looking, or because he is familiar with him, Murong Yuanfan will talk to him occasionally, most of the things he talks about are between him and Wen Zhi, it's nothing more than how they met, and How did he fall in love with that person so hard, but he didn't get any response? Most of the time, Chen Wenyao just listened quietly, occasionally saying a word or two.Later, he reported these words to Murong Huabin verbatim.

On this day, they arrived at the border. According to the usual practice, Murong Yuanfan, as the supervising army, should go out with the general to check the surrounding terrain. When Chen Wenyao brought him a meal after returning, Murong Yuanfan suddenly said: "My second brother, In the eyes of others, he is a rare and gentle person, but as a person around him, you should know that he is not such a person by nature, right?"

These words are suspected of talking about the master behind his back, Chen Wenyao absolutely dare not accept them.

Murong Yuanfan seemed to know that Chen Wenyao didn't dare to speak, and he didn't intend to let him take the conversation, just let him listen aside, and continued: "Among my brothers, the crown prince is more than gentle, but not powerful enough. If he is spoiled, he will only be a wandering idle king in the future. As for the fifth younger brother, because his mother and concubine are not favored, his sense of existence is very low. Even if he wants to do something, he is powerless and nothing to worry about. As for me, even if I don’t get involved in the prince’s birthday banquet, I’m still a king of idleness at most. But the second brother is different. His grandfather is the current prime minister, with one person under ten thousand. Although the mother and concubine are not queens, they have Father has loved him for many years, and he has established himself as a virtuous king in front of others, but I know that he is not as good as he pretends to be, his goodness is for others to see, it is not true."

"...I don't know what the third prince means?" After a while, Chen Wenyao found his own voice.

Murong Yuanfan smiled slightly, the smile was light and indifferent, but it made people see a trace of bitterness for no reason: "I just want to tell you that Murong Huabin is not a good man."

Chen Wenyao took a step back: "Third...Third Prince, please be careful with your words."

"Isn't it? If my guess is right, you have told my second brother everything I said in the past few months. I didn't know it before, but when I went out today, I saw the way you looked at his back. I suddenly came to such a conclusion in my heart." Murong Yuanfan looked at Chen Wenyao, "Ayao, you have been with me for so long, I treat you as a friend for the time being, I just want to tell you that even if the second brother knows Your mind won't accept you either."

Chen Wenyao's embarrassing face turned red, he couldn't help shaking his head, turned and left the tent.

Sitting on the green grass, Chen Wenyao couldn't laugh or cry thinking that he was just thinking about how to make him trust himself faster when he looked at Murong Huabin, not like... like what Murong Yuanfan said.

Sure enough, is he still too engrossed?