I don't know the depth of the fog, fire lotus red

In the 18th year of Yonghe, foreign vassals came to envoys, meaning peace.

In the spring of this year, the first ice of Dajing had just melted, and new shoots appeared on the branches. A group of children ran through the green brick streets, and vendors opened hot teapots waiting for customers to come in and sit. The streets of Dajing are still Because the New Year has just passed, the strong atmosphere of the New Year in the city has not yet dissipated.

"Have you heard?" The aunt who sells clothes pulls the owner of the mending shop to talk about family life, "The foreigner who said to be a relative is here."

"What do you mean dear?" The son of the sewing shop owner drank a little ink, he came out with the clothes and corrected the mother's words, "It's for the diplomatic relations between the two countries, and it's here to make peace."

"Yes, yes, marriage" the aunt laughed, "it's still your son who is educated"

"Which prince are you talking about?" asked the owner of the sewing shop.

"Who else can it be?" The aunt put the clothes on the table, as if the envoy had said in her ear, "It must be the prince. This year, the prince is the prince, the future emperor, and he is not a fool. Definitely choose Prince"

"Not necessarily." The son of the sewing shop owner came over and argued with the aunt, "The eighth prince is the same age as the prince. He became famous at a young age. He is the pillar of the country in the Taifu's mouth. The princess may not marry the prince."

"Humph" the aunt gave him a blank look, "What do you know? Of course you choose the prince, then you will be the queen in the future."

"What's wrong with the eighth princess?"

"This child" the aunt thinks he is young and ignorant. "The eighth prince lost his mother when he was young. Even if he has great abilities, he can still turn the world upside down? The prince's mother is the current queen and the daughter of the imperial master. Do you think the princess Who will you choose?"

The boyishness is not light, but it is not good to argue with her here, after all, it is a matter of the royal family, not something that ordinary people can use as talk.

And the Eighth Prince Hua Ling, the protagonist of the dispute between these two people, lost his way.

"Eighth Prince, let's wait here." There was only one follower left beside him, Hua Ling looked a bit embarrassed, why did he look like this?Things went back to this morning. Several princes in the palace made an appointment to hunt in Baihua Mountain. Among them was His Royal Highness Hua Ling. Hua Ling's archery skills were not the best but not the worst. After a few hours, there was little gain. Originally planned to return, but met the fourth prince's little follower on the way, Hua Ling saw him squatting there crying and couldn't bear it, so she went to ask why, but the little follower said that the fourth prince accidentally sprained his foot but didn't want to lose the game, so let him Come out to hunt, but how can the little follower hunt if he can't even draw a bow?Anxious and scared, I couldn't help squatting there and crying.

Hua Ling also grew up with him. Hearing what he said was miserable, she gave him all her prey and asked him to go back to work. Who knew that this was a trap set by the prince and the fourth prince. Hua Ling went back empty-handed and became the last one. According to the rules set by the crown prince, the last one will be punished, his horse will be taken away, all his bodyguards will be withdrawn, and the others will also gloat and leave, leaving only Hua Ling and a follower who came to look for Hua Ling. I accidentally lost my way walking down the mountain.

"There seems to be a tea shop." The follower saw a thatched hut in front of it, with a white flag flying in front of the hut, with the word "tea" written on it.

Hua Ling was overjoyed, and quickened her pace. The two of them walked for an afternoon, hungry and thirsty, and now there is a tea shop just to relieve their fatigue.

"Boss, a pot of tea and two steamed buns." The attendant took Hua Ling to sit down.

As soon as I sat down, I heard the boss yelling, "Why do you drink wine without money! Now you have to pay! Otherwise, I will kill you!" Hua Ling looked over and saw a drunk person holding a wine jar being pushed by the tea shop owner Shoved out.

Seeing that the man was about to fall to the ground after being pushed, Hualing stood up and caught his arm quickly. The corner of the red gauze dress floated in front of her eyes, bringing with it an inexplicable fragrance. Immediately ask the catcher "Are you all right?"

The owner of the tea shop scolded: "This man drank wine with me for two days and two nights. He dressed like a dog and thought he was a rich owner. Unexpectedly, he was a poor man!"

Hua Ling frowned and called "Xiao Wu"

"Yes" Xiao Wu took out the broken silver from his body and threw it to the owner of the tea shop, "We gave you the money"

The owner of the tea shop saw the silver, put it in his mouth and bit it, and when he found out that it was true, he immediately became obsequious and flattering, "Okay, okay, just say what you want"

Xiao Wu said calmly, "One pot of tea and two steamed buns, hurry up!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The owner of the tea shop went in. Hua Ling tried to lift the person in his hand, but found that the person's eyes were open, and those eyes were like dewy peach blossoms, beautiful and tight!

"You..." Hualing let go of his arm subconsciously and took a step back, "You're not drunk!"

"Who said I was drunk?" The man raised his head and smirked, Hua Ling was stunned, his father's empress palace had 3000 beauties, but all kinds of beauties were not as good-looking as the man in front of him.

"Bold!" Xiao Wu stepped forward with his sword in hand, before he got close to the man, he was suddenly thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

"Xiao Wu!" Hua Ling hurried over, but found that she couldn't move suddenly.

For a moment, the world was spinning, and then he fell into the arms of the man.

The man smiled, "I haven't seen you for a while, but you've grown up."

Hua Ling's eyes widened, because the man's slender fingers were stroking his face and neck, in broad daylight, bright and bright!

"rogue!"