The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

The salutes on the carriage were almost moved, Gu Shibai stopped what he was doing, walked to Yang Youyun's side excitedly and said, "Mother, I'm going to find Ah Qian." His forehead hair was soaked with sweat, The temples slowly slid down. A boy of his age seemed to have inexhaustible strength after finishing his work. His eyes were piercing, and his spirit became more and more radiant.

Yang Youyun wiped the sweat off his face with the handkerchief in his hand, glanced at Gu Fulin out of the corner of his eye, seeing that he was busy making arrangements and had no time to take care of it, so he took this opportunity to nod and allowed Gu Shibai to go.

Gu Shibai was like a runaway wild horse, with a half-suspended heart dripping with excitement in an instant, he winked at his mother, and took advantage of Gu Fulin's inattention, and ran to the front street; , singing and dancing to promote peace, you can walk through the hustle and bustle, and the surroundings return to tranquility; Nanwang Mansion is quietly located at the junction of this hustle and bustle and peace.

Gu Shibai stopped quickly like the wind. White stones and jade bricks were paved all the way from the busy street into this tranquility. It was so luxurious that it made people reluctant to step on it. This is the Nanwang Mansion, the place where Mu Qianli lived ?In an instant, he suddenly realized that he and Mu Qianli were people in two worlds: Mu Qianli was extravagant and favored as a little prince, while he grew up in a remote wasteland with nothing but martial arts. ordinary people.

A carriage came along the street, Gu Shibai turned his head and looked, the carriage was square, with a golden canopy, the corners were slightly raised, with ring pendants and a few wandering lanterns, swaying left and right as the carriage traveled Then, the collision made a crisp sound.

The carriage passed in front of Gu Shibai and stopped at the gate of Nanwang Mansion, the servant on the carriage lifted his clothes and got out of the carriage, placed a footstool under the carriage, and then shouted to the owner in the carriage: "Little prince, the palace is here. "

"Okay." A slightly lazy voice came from the carriage, and then a hand as pure as white porcelain stretched out from the carriage to lift the curtain. The servants under the carriage bowed their heads respectfully and greeted him. The person in the car got off; it was an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, wearing luxurious golden-brown clothes, shining faintly in the sun, with a well-proportioned and vigorous figure, and his every step was like the wind.

Behind him was a group of aristocrats who were about the same age as him, all of them were dressed gorgeously, with jade crowns on their hands, and jade rings around their waists. There was a clear and clear sound when they moved; Suddenly came a clear and loud voice: "Ah Qian!"

The young man walking in front was stunned. After a while, he turned his head and saw a plainly dressed young man standing under the jade steps of the palace, looking up at him with a smile; Mu Qianli never lacked for playmates. Young men of the same age as him are always around him, calling him "little prince" over and over again, but only that person would call him "Aqian" in a dazed and fearless manner.

Ah Qian, Ah Qian, at that time, Mu Qianli hated Gu Shibai for calling him like that, he thought he was an incomparably noble little prince, and when Gu Shibai called him Ah Qian, he always scolded him with a straight face. One sentence: "Don't call me Aqian." Later, he left the desert, and no one of his peers called him Aqian; now that Aqian reappeared in his ears, he realized how much he liked it.

Gu Shibai stood by the blue-spotted stone wall under the shadow of the sun, sizing up the young man on the stone steps with scorching eyes. The scenery was as beautiful as the moon, and he was full of elegance. Other than that, no beautiful words in the world were enough to describe him.

The palace is high-level, beside the green wall and stone, they looked at each other up and down; the breeze blew, gently raised their forehead hair, and then slowly fell down; the princes of the family around Mu Qianli looked at them curiously, turned around and asked questions Said: "Little prince, who is he?"

"It's the little prince, who is he? How can he call you by your first name?" Standing at the front, the young man with a folding fan in his hand cast a contemptuous look at Gu Shibai and said frivolously; he opened the fan and walked over to Gu Shibai. Pacing back and forth beside Bai, he looked at Gu Shibai maliciously: "Look at your clothes, you don't look like a high-ranking official, just because of your identity, and because you call the name of the little prince."

"That's right, I don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth." A person standing behind Mu Qianli immediately agreed, turned his eyes to glance at Mu Qianli's expression, and seeing the calm expression on his face, he became more curious and asked again: "Little Lord, who is he?"

"No one." Mu Qianli clenched his palms silently, looked at Gu Shibai, and said with a high voice: "It's just an insignificant old friend that my little prince made when he was in trouble."

"Oh, it turns out that it's just an old friend who doesn't matter. With this little kindness, you are worthy of being called the little prince?" The young man holding the fan became more and more frivolous, and stopped in front of Gu Shibai, picking up the fan as if disliked. He patted Gu Shibai on the shoulder and laughed.

Gu Shibai didn't care about the sarcasm of the people around him, but he didn't expect that the person standing on the stone steps, whom he had studied for five years, would allow others to bully him. Mu Qianli is just an old friend who doesn't matter?

That's right, it's not surprising at all. Five years ago, when he broke the casserole and asked the truth, all he got was that he didn't know from Mu Qianli. This was the case five years ago, how could he know it five years later? Do you expect that person to keep him in your heart?In the final analysis, it was him, Gu Shibai, who was contemptuous and was never worthy of his friend Mu Qianli.

Thinking of it, the corners of his eyes were sore and dry, his clear vision became hazy, he gritted his teeth, swallowed all the grievances in his heart, and silently clenched his fists; the people around him were still mocking him, but he didn't even have a chance to refute, What does he refute?Said he was Mu Qianli's friend?Heh, it's ridiculous, he actually put such a person in his heart for five whole years, and now he is embarrassed, and he has to blame himself, and he can't blame others.

He glanced coldly at the young man holding the fan, turned his head and looked at Mu Qianli in disappointment, clasped his hands, and lowered his head: "The untouchables have disturbed the little prince, so let's go." After finishing speaking, without saying a word, Turn around and walk to the street market on the side.

Mu Qianli blinked his stiff eyes, took a deep breath, threw off the hem of his clothes, and walked towards the palace with a group of playmates, slandering in his heart: Mu Qianli has never been short of playmates, so why is he missing one? Gu Shibai?Besides, what he just said is not wrong, he and Gu Shibai are just casual acquaintances.

He was sitting in the lotus pavilion, playing chess and chess with a group of aristocrats, his mind was full of Gu Shibai's expression when he left just now, whether it was anger or heartlessness, it didn't seem to matter, he just looked at him in such a disappointed way. His scalp was numb; what did he do just now, he turned away a person who came to him with great joy after five years.

In an instant, he was flustered and couldn't help reaching out to ruin the chess game. People around him looked at him in amazement, as if they had never seen him lose his composure like this.Distraught, he closed his eyes and said angrily, "Stop playing."

"Little prince, what's the matter with you?" The people around were concerned, he waved his hands, stood up and walked to his room; he was undoubtedly tired, walked to the window, and looked at the jade white porcelain pot beside the window. The blooming flower reached out and plucked its petals, and said to herself, "Mu Qianli, you are such a bastard!"

The flowers of Moyang flowers trembled, as if they were answering his words, Moyang flowers were not suitable for growing in the capital city, they took root on the yellow sand in the north of Mobei, and only briefly showed their fragrance; in the early years, Mu Qianli planted The Moyang flowers under the sun always die, and a few plants have grown green leaf buds, but they were blown by the north wind, and they were broken in the middle. Later, Mu Qianli worked hard, and finally planted a plant; but now, The Moyang flowers in the jade porcelain pot are blooming, but the friendship between Mu Qianli and Gu Shibai is coming to an end.

"Little Prince." A young man dressed in moon-white clothes, with black hair tied up with a strand of white brocade, stood behind Mu Qianli at some point, and looked at the Moyang flower together with Mu Qianli, with a delicate and delicate look. On the face, a pair of clear eyes blinked and asked: "Little prince, the person standing at the door just now is actually the one who gave you the Moyang flower."

"It's him." Mu Qianli nodded, with sadness in his eyes: "Shu Yuan, I think I've done too much."

"It's a bit too much." Ling Shuyuan paced to Mu Qianli's desk, picked up the book on his desk and read it in his hands, and then said slowly: "If it were me, I would be angry too, but I understand the little prince , maybe if it were me, I wouldn't be angry."

"Why not?" Mu Qianli turned around and asked.

"Because I know that the little prince has a tough mouth and a soft heart." Ling Shuyuan said simply, paused, and then said: "My father told me."

"What else did your father say to you?" Mu Qianli walked to the wooden chair next to the desk and sat down, propped his head and asked.

"I also said that the little prince cares about face. For the sake of face, he will tell the good and the bad, so sometimes it is annoying." After Ling Shuyuan finished speaking, Ling Che's eyes blinked, and he tilted his head to think about it, and said frankly: "Oh , This is what I said."