Make peace with the Lord of the Prairie

He Zexi's cold and usual attitude extinguished the raging fire in Mingheng's heart at once, suppressing his disappointment, forced the corners of his mouth to curl up, and complained half-truthfully: "Zexi, you still have to deal with me now. Do you deserve to be so polite?"

He Zexi was helped up by the servant, with a dazed and confused expression on his face, obviously he didn't understand what Mingheng said.

Mingheng sighed softly, comforting himself that Zexi probably did not want to be too intimate because of the presence of servants, after all, even though they are both men, it is not very honorable to have sex without a matchmaker.Thinking of this, Ming Heng felt a lot of comfort in his heart, regained his energy, restrained his emotions, and asked calmly, "Is your body better?"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your concern. It's just that I drank a little more wine, so there's nothing serious about it." He Zexi's etiquette couldn't find the slightest mistake, but Ming Heng was extremely displeased.Even if you can't be too close, you don't have to be so rigid, Ming Heng couldn't help but resent, and after observing for a long time, he found that there was no warmth in the eyes of He Zexi looking at him.

Ming Heng was a little annoyed, so he assumed the posture of a prince and sat up, and then pulled He Zexi to sit next to him. He felt that he should vaguely remind him about what happened last night, so he covered his lips and whispered while drinking tea. Ask: "Are you feeling unwell?"

He Zexi didn't know why, so he looked at him blankly.He didn't tell anyone about his illness, it's impossible for Ming Heng to know about it.Since he was not sure what Ming Heng was referring to, he said it calmly: "Ze Xi is in good health, His Highness Lao is worried."

"Tsk!" Mingheng disliked He Zexi's attitude of rejecting him thousands of miles away. He had no position before and could only endure it silently, but now that the relationship is different from the past, he decided not to bear it anymore, so he demanded, "Just go straight Call me Mingheng."

"..." He Zexi gave him a surprised look, then quickly lowered his head, and said in silence for a long time, "There is a difference between monarchs and ministers, etiquette cannot be ignored, Your Highness."

"Hmph!" Although Ming Heng is not favored, but he is a prince after all, and he has always responded to everyone since he was a child, so he inevitably has some habits of superiors. He immediately put on his face and asked with an unhappy expression, "If you can directly address officials by their names , why not for me?"

"Guan Ze... is my friend..."

Ming Heng became even angrier when he heard the words, and he couldn't help asking: "Is it not me? We all clearly..."

"Last night?" He Zexi asked blankly, "How was last night?"

Ming Heng stared at him blankly, and asked in disbelief: "You, you don't remember?!"

"Uh..." He Zexi said cautiously, "At the palace banquet last night, I drank too much. If I offend His Highness, I hope His Highness will forgive me."

Ming Heng suddenly lost color, as if falling into an abyss, and asked in a miserable voice: "You don't even remember? After the palace banquet last night, you and I..."

He Zexi interrupted what he said later: "After the palace banquet was over last night, the minister returned home directly."

"What?" Ming Heng's expression was dull, "You said you went back to your home?!"

"Exactly," He Zexi didn't know why he reacted so violently, but pointed to the servant beside him, "This is my servant, he can prove it."

Xiao Liu knelt in front of Ming Heng, and answered honestly: "Reporting to Your Highness, the young master did go back to the mansion after the palace banquet last night, and the villain personally went to pick him up at the gate of the palace."

Mingheng's hands and feet were cold, and he could hardly sit still.

How can it be!They are clearly lying!Last night, He Zexi obviously stayed with him all night, and the marks on his back are the most powerful proof, but why He Zexi refused to admit it, and even joined hands with the servant to tell this lie?Could it be...

Does he not want to admit it? !

Ming Heng's expression tightened, and he couldn't help but glance at He Zexi secretly.He Zexi was still in that indifferent manner, showing no signs of guilt in his upright look.Ming Heng had to admire his ability to open his eyes and tell lies, which also showed that he was determined to completely change the story of last night.

Ming Heng looked miserable, laughed at himself lightly, couldn't sit still any longer, said his goodbyes and left the Duke's Mansion as if fleeing.

On the way back to the palace, Ming Heng leaned against the wall of the carriage, feeling sad.The little fan was very worried, and cared: "Your Highness, do you have something on your mind? Why can't you be bored after you come out of the Duke's Mansion?"

Mingheng remained silent, feeling sad to himself.

Before he came here, he thought that he and He Zexi were in the same mind. Originally, this trip was to confess his feelings to He Zexi, but the truth was not what he thought.Judging from He Zexi's reaction just now, what happened last night may not be his intention at all, but a drunken disorder.Everything is just his wishful thinking.After last night, He Zexi also woke up from wine, and his dream was shattered.From then on, I am still the noble and unparalleled sixth prince, and he is still the peerless and unparalleled son of the protector of the country. Everything that happened last night will only become a secret that cannot be seen, and will be forever rotten in the relationship between the two of them. in stomach.

Duke's Mansion, front hall.

Xiaoliu stepped forward to help He Zexi, who was kneeling to send off the sixth prince, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what is His Highness the Sixth Prince doing here?"

He Zexi shook his head, also wondering.

Xiaoliu supported He Zexi and walked slowly towards the backyard. When he reached a place where there was no one there, he guessed in a low voice, "Could it be because of the palace banquet last night? Could it be that that one got into trouble at the palace banquet?"

He Zexi shook his head hesitantly: "Probably not. Although Huan'er is a little irritable, he has a sense of proportion. It should be... where is he?"

"In the bedroom," Xiaoliu said, "it seems that I haven't gotten up yet."

He Zexi raised his head and looked at the sun in the middle, feeling surprised, thought for a while and said, "Go and have a look."

The master and servant returned to Xiangzhu Garden.Now only Xiaoliu can come and go freely in Xiangzhu Garden, there are no other servants in the courtyard, so there is no need to hide it.Xiaoliu raised his hand and knocked on the door, waited for a while and there was no response, He Zexi pushed the door open and walked in.

There was a lot of movement between the master and the servant, and the person on the bed was awakened in an instant, and he straightened up suddenly, trying to reach for the machete hanging by the bed.

He Zexi said, "It's me."

The man withdrew his hand and put away his vigilance, lazily lay back on the bed, covered his mouth and yawned, and asked, "What's the matter?"

He Zexi stayed outside to guard the door, walked slowly to the bed, lightly put his clothes on the edge of the bed and sat down: "I heard that you haven't woken up yet, I'm a little worried, come and have a look."

"I'm fine, but I drank a little too much last night." The man sat up with his sore body, leaned against the head of the bed with great effort, and calmly gathered his collar to cover up the scarlet marks all over his body. .

He Zexi didn't notice his movements, but felt that his complexion was a bit grim, and he was a little worried: "Why is your complexion so bad? You drink so well, and the wine in Kyoto is no better than the strong wine in the north, so you shouldn't be so drunk."

The man turned his face away, and said uncomfortably: "Probably because I drank wine last night and blown the wind, I got a little cold."

He Zexi tried the man's forehead: "I do have some fever, call an imperial doctor to show you."

"No need," the man hastily stopped him, "I have a good foundation, so I don't need to see a doctor, just get some sleep and I'll be fine."

"Really?" He Zexi was still a little worried.

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly. He had the same handsome face as He Zexi, but his expression was completely different from his indifferent and frivolous expression: "When did I ever lie to you? Our prairie men are not like you people from the Central Plains." Weak and weak, a bit of fever and runny nose is like facing a big enemy."

He Zexi gently rubbed the man's hair, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc: "By the way, you didn't make trouble at the palace banquet last night, did you?"

The smile on the corner of the man's mouth froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, and calmly said: "No, why do you ask that?"

"It's nothing," He Zexi said casually, "The Sixth Highness came to the mansion just now, said some strange words and then rushed away angrily. I thought it was you who caused some trouble again?"

"What did he say?" the man asked.

He Zexi repeated what he said to Mingheng in the front hall word by word to the people in front of him, and shook his head distressedly after speaking, wondering: "I don't know what I said to offend him."

The man pursed his lips and tried his best to hold back a smile, and replied in his heart - you didn't say a word right at all.It's just that he couldn't tell the truth, so he lied casually: "Born in the emperor's family, you can't help being moody. You don't need to blame yourself. I will go to the palace to make amends to the sixth prince."

He Zexi didn't pay much attention, and asked a few more questions about the palace banquet before changing the subject: "When are you going back to the north?"

The man made a sad expression: "Are you driving me away?"

He Zexi had no choice but to pat him on the head lightly: "How many times have I said, you are not allowed to act with me."

The man looked at the bed curtain, not paying attention.

He Zexi said again: "There is a letter from the north, urging you to go back. Now that my injury is almost healed, it's time for you to go back. A country cannot live without a king."

The man pulled the quilt to cover his head, he was quite childish, and said sullenly: "It's fine when you recover from your injury, it has nothing to do with when I go back, at worst I'll disguise myself."

He Zexi was confused, and examined him: "It's not that you don't like Kyoto all the time. You always say that people in Kyoto speak politely, do things slowly, have a lot of rules, and are not free at all. I wanted to keep you for a few more days before, but you stayed there for a moment. Can't stop, how did you change your sex this time?"

"It's nothing, it's just to have fun." The man changed the topic, "Besides, the Duke's Mansion is my half family, and I can live in my home as long as I want."

He Zexi asked: "What about the country? If you have a family, don't you want a country?"

"Don't listen to them make a big fuss," the man said, "With Wumeng in charge, the country will not be broken."

"Then it's up to you." He Zexi didn't really want to drive him away. After the chat was almost over, he helped him to lie down again, tucked the corner of the quilt again, and told him softly, "You should rest well these few days, and the other Don't worry about it."

"Are you going to show up?" The man was a little worried, "But the assassin who hurt you hasn't been found yet, isn't it a living target to go out now?"

"Then you can't just keep hiding. If the assassin can't find him all the time, do I have to hide for the rest of my life?"

The man snorted softly, and muttered in a muffled voice: "At the beginning, I told you to go back to the grassland with me, and I can protect you on the grassland. No one."

He Zexi raised the corner of his mouth and patiently explained: "The grassland is our root, but so is Anling. You are enough in the grassland. If I stay in Anling, I will be doing my filial piety to my father."

The man stared at the top of the tent, his voice was a little ethereal: "If Emperor Qianyuan knew about your life experience, he would definitely not let you live in the world."

He Zexi gently held his hand and said firmly, "Don't worry, no one will know."

"Well," the man held back, and said again, "I will stay in Kyoto for a month, and I will leave after I am sure you are all right. I will try to find the murderer within a month."

He Zexi comforted, "You don't have to worry too much, Daddy will be back next month."

"That's good." After a short silence, the man called He Zexi softly, "Brother."

"Well, I'm here, what's the matter?" He Zexi responded.

The man turned his face, looked at He Zexi and asked softly, "Do you still remember what your fathers looked like?"

He Zexi froze for a moment, then nodded: "Of course I remember."

"But I can't remember clearly," the man said with a wry smile, "I only remember the tragic death of my father."

He Zexi held his younger brother's hand tightly, and comforted him, "You have already avenged your father and father."

nightfall.Because the master was in a bad mood, the lights in Chonghua Palace were turned off early.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the palace people are all asleep, but Ming Heng is tossing and turning on the big bed in the bedroom, his mind is full of the indifferent and frosty way He Zexi treats him during the day, and his heart twitches and hurts when he thinks of it .When he thought that he and He Zexi were already so close, but they were still strangers in the end, he felt so distressed that he didn't want to accept it but had to accept it.

Ming Heng looked at the top of the light gauze tent and was sighing, when the window suddenly creaked and was pushed open, Ming Heng sat up suddenly in shock, raised the corner of the bed curtain and poked his head out to check, and said vigilantly: "Who!"

The man didn't answer, and went straight to the bed, slowly took off the black cloth on his face under Ming Heng's suspicious eyes, and smiled sweetly: "It's me."

Ming Heng almost jumped up from the bed after seeing the true face of the masked man in black: "Zexi!"

He Zexi covered his mouth with his hand, and lowered his voice: "Shh, I don't want to attract the palace servants."

Ming Heng nodded to express that he would not bark anymore.Only then did He Zexi let go of his hand.

Ming Heng sat blankly on the bed in his underwear, barely able to see He Zexi's appearance clearly through the dim moonlight, saw his slightly raised mouth corners, and his charming eyes swallowed unconsciously, and asked in a low voice: "Zexi, you, why are you here again?"

He Zexi almost couldn't hold back his laughter when he heard that Youzi, and slowly climbed onto the bed with a smile on his face.

Ming Heng hugged the quilt and retreated to the corner, his voice was so nervous that he stuttered: "Ze, Zexi, you, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I want to do?" He Zexi put down the bed curtain, began to take off his clothes, stared straight at Mingheng, his eyes were like silk, and his voice was hoarse and charming, "I was very comfortable last night, so I want to be comfortable again. "