Make peace with the Lord of the Prairie

"Tuobahong is too cruel, he is not a benevolent king."

Ming Heng talked so enthusiastically that he didn't notice He Hanhuan beside him whose face gradually became less gloomy.

"Speaking of which," Mingheng said again, "Tuobahong is too mysterious. I heard that he wears a mask all the year round. For so many years, no one has seen his true face. Tell me, does he look like a ... so ugly that you dare not show your true colors?"

Mingheng originally wanted to gossip with He Hanhuan about Tuobahong, but who knew that after talking for a long time, the people on the side didn't respond, and his face became more and more ugly.

"Han Huan?" Ming Heng turned around and called him.

He Hanhuan raised the corner of his mouth perfunctorily, but there was no smile in his eyes.He ground his back molars, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sentence expressionlessly from between his teeth: "Tuobahong, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't understand." Nervous Mingheng didn't notice any strangeness in the people around him at all, and he chatted in vain, "There are probably not many people in the whole world who know Tuobahong, and those who can be trusted by him have heard that everyone Ye Ruo is only a Zuo Xian Wang Wumeng."

After finishing speaking, He Hanhuan suddenly said something unclear: "I think His Highness knows Tuoba Hong quite well."

"It's all from hearsay from some veteran officials." Ming Heng said, "I'm just curious about him."

"curious"

"That's right." Although Ming Heng criticized Tuoba Hong mercilessly, he was not stingy in complimenting him, and said frankly, "Tuoba Hong single-handedly broke into the royal court at the age of 15 and took back the throne with his uncle. Drastically carrying out reforms has enabled Ye Ruan to have the strength and courage he has today. This man is a born emperor."

The young man in white at the side gradually brightened his face, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his brows and eyes softened.

Mingheng and He Hanhuan walked around the plum forest, took a few rare flower seedlings by the way, and then went around the tiger garden and fed the tiger a few big bones.Coming out of the Tiger Garden, I saw He Hanhuan's housekeeper approaching, and said to the two of them, "Master, He Shizi's side is over. Mr. Ming, the official is bringing the young master over here."

Ming Heng glanced at the sun: "It's over so early?"

"He Shizi suddenly felt unwell, so he simply left the table."

Hearing that He Zexi was unwell, Ming Heng raised his heart instinctively, and hurriedly asked with concern: "What's wrong with Zexi? Is there a serious problem?"

He Hanhuan: "..."

"He Shizi just caught a cold, it's not a serious problem."

Only then did Ming Heng feel relieved.He Hanhuan said from the side: "If you are worried, can you go and have a look? Zexi will stay with me tonight."

Ming Heng shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, as long as he is free, I won't bother you to reminisce about the old days. If that's the case, I'll leave first and come to see you some other day."

He Hanhuan didn't force him, and sent him out.

After seeing Mingheng off, He Hanhuan returned to the bedroom.Just as he was about to sit down and rest for a while, a tall, stern-faced man with the appearance of a servant brought a bowl of medicine.

"Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

He Hanhuan stared at the pitch-black bowl of medicine, frowning tightly, and didn't take it for a long time, thinking about how to avoid this deadly bowl of medicine.

The servant could see his thoughts at a glance, and persuaded him: "Master, this medicine is good for you and..., you should drink it. These days, the master is not as healthy as before, so don't be careless!"

The servant's words were sincere, and the meaning of concern was beyond words.He Hanhuan could only take the bowl resignedly, pinched his nose and poured it down.

After drinking, he turned the medicine bowl upside down, wrinkled his face and said displeasedly, "You are satisfied."

The boy nodded, his cold expression softened a little: "Master, let's rest for a while."

He Hanhuan was really tired these days, so he took off his shoes, put on his clothes and lay down on the bed, ready to take a nap.

At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside.

As soon as He Zexi walked in, he smelled the strong smell of medicine, frowned and asked, "What medicine? Are you injured?"

"No, it's just some medicine for recuperation." Seeing that it was his brother, He Hanhuan's expression immediately became serious, and he quietly pulled the quilt over his stomach.

He Zexi didn't notice: "Why are you sleeping at this time?"

"I'm a little tired." He Hanhuan said calmly, and by the way, winked at the servant waiting by the bed.

The servant understood, took the conversation, and said to He Zexi: "I'm tired of sweating after traveling for days, and I'll be fine after a few days of rest. You don't have to worry, Mr. Xiao He."

It was only then that He Zexi noticed the man behind him, and said hello lightly: "King Zuo Xian, why are you taking care of Han Huan yourself?"

Wumeng, the Zuo Xianwang who was dressed as a servant, smiled lightly and said: "The servants of Jingheyuan are not familiar with Dahan's preferences. I was worried that they would not take good care of them, so I decided to do it myself. I heard that Master Xiaohe is not We are about to get married, so Wumeng will congratulate Lord Xiaohe first."

"Thank you King Zuoxian." He Zexi thanked him calmly.

Wu Meng was not annoyed either, and after saying "Two people chat slowly", he turned and went out, leaving the space between the two of them.

After Wu Meng left, He Hanhuan leaned against the head of the bed and asked, "I heard from the housekeeper that you are unwell?"

"It's just to deal with the guests, I'm fine." He Zexi sat by the bed, stretched out his hand to straighten He Hanhuan's messy hair, and said worriedly, "Why is your complexion so bad?"

"Didn't you say that, I'm tired from traveling these days, just rest for a few days. It's you."

"What's wrong with me?" He Zexi raised his eyes and asked.

He Hanhuan looked at his elder brother worriedly: "Ever since your marriage with the daughter of the Wei family was settled, you have never smiled again."

He Zexi laughed at himself: "I didn't laugh much at first."

He Hanhuan asked seriously: "Are you really going to get married?"

"..." He Zexi smiled faintly, and said calmly, "It's the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker, and the Holy Majesty has already personally set the date of the marriage. Now that I don't want to, I can't make this marriage happen."

"Fart!" He Hanhuan sat up suddenly, and uttered a foul word excitedly, but then his face changed again, and he sat back upright, hugging his stomach and gasping, his expression seemed to be a little painful.

"What's wrong?" He Zexi asked nervously.

"It's okay, I'm sorry." He Hanhuan leaned against the head of the bed and stretched his brows, then continued with a sigh of relief, "Father is not an arbitrary person, if you really don't like Miss Wei, he won't force you If you don't want to, I will go and tell my father tomorrow that the rise and fall of the He family should not be at the cost of sacrificing your happiness."

"It's not as wronged as you said." He Zexi stroked his younger brother's hair and said, "Miss Wei is well-educated and reasonable. She is a good candidate for my wife. I don't dislike it. You can leave this matter alone. If you have the time, you might as well hurry up." Find yourself a concubine. For so many years, the harem doesn't even have a decent concubine, which emperor is like you."

"..." He Hanhuan lowered his head and muttered guiltily, "It's not like I'm going to die next year, what are you doing in such a hurry."

He Zexi patted his head angrily: "Don't worry, you have been in office for almost ten years, and you haven't accepted a concubine or a son in ten years. Grasslands value children, and you have lost half a son for so many years Girl, those ministers will inevitably have opinions. Don't forget that in the northwest, the remnants of King Youxian are still eyeing you."

"I haven't forgotten," He Hanhuan raised his eyelids, half leaned against the head of the bed and smiled lazily, "Isn't that why I came here?"

"For what?" He Zexi asked, "By the way, what exactly are you here for this time? You even brought Wumeng with you."

He Hanhuan folded his hands, and said slowly: "It's natural to bring Wumeng because——Wumeng is an envoy."

He Zexi's eyes widened: "Ye Ruo really wants to go to Anling as an envoy?!"

He Hanhuan nodded.

"It's fine, why do you want to go to Anling as an envoy?"

He Han raised his lips happily, revealing an inevitable and flamboyant smile: "Isn't it just to rub the princess?"

In the carriage on the other side, Guan Ze and Ming Heng happened to chat about Ye Ruo.

Guan Ze: "Have you heard that Ye Ruo will arrive in Kyoto soon."

As the prince, Ming Heng had heard about Ye Ruo's envoy to Anling, but what puzzled him was that although the relationship between Anling and Ye Ruo was not at odds, due to their equal strength, there was inevitably a competitive relationship. Therefore, the exchanges are not close, and the exchange of envoys is unprecedented.Therefore, this time Ye Ruan suddenly said that he would send envoys to Anling, and the whole court of Anling was greatly shaken.

Ming Heng frowned and thought: "An Ling and Ye Ruo have never had a deep relationship, so why would they send envoys?"

"Who knows, it's probably Tuobahong's idea. Tuobahong always does what he wants, and it's normal for others to behave incomprehensibly." The official glanced at Ming who was curled up on the carriage and sleeping soundly. Qianqian joked, "Maybe they are here to get married. Tuobahong is also in his twenties this year, and I heard that he has never married a wife, not even a side concubine. The eldest is not young, and he is alone. Who would it be?" will be anxious."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mingheng glared at his friend, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his sister, and said displeasedly, "Even if I really came here to make a kiss, I would never agree with Xiaojiu to go to the grassland with that barbarian! No!"

Guan looked at his friend who was acting like a hen guarding his cubs with a smile on his face, and deliberately provoked him: "Then what if you really came here for a kiss?"

"As long as it's not Xiaojiu, I don't care if he gets along with him or not!" Ming Heng became more and more angry as he spoke, as if his sister would be taken to the grassland tomorrow.

The official pursed his lips, tried his best to hold back his laughter, and continued to tease: "It's really up to you at that time, Xiao Jiu is the only princess in the royal family, if Xiao Jiu doesn't go, who else can go? Could it be you?"

Ming Heng glanced at his younger sister who was sleeping peacefully beside him, and his eyes were filled with reluctance.After struggling for a long time, he suddenly nodded his head, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, and said decisively: "It's not impossible."

"puff--"

Guan Ze sprayed Ming Heng's face with a sip of tea that he had just taken into his mouth.