The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

"I understand your majesty's painstaking efforts." Gu Fulin knelt down and said, and he caught a glimpse of the bloody handkerchief in Mu Chengjue's hand from the corner of his eye, and his face was worried: "Please take care of the dragon's body, your majesty, don't worry about it."

"Thank you for your concern." Mu Chengjue kowtowed twice, only to feel that his breathing was not comfortable. He took a deep breath, but still felt uncomfortable. It seemed that his body hinted that he could no longer talk to Gu Fulin. So he bowed his hands and ordered the eunuch beside him to take Gu Fulin out.

It was almost noon when Gu Fulin came back from the palace. He walked down the corridor of the General's Mansion. Outside the corridor was a deep courtyard. His son Gu Shibai was practicing sword in the courtyard. Seeing him coming back, he stopped his movements.Stretching out his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead, his eyes glistened with Yu Yu's brilliance and said, "Father is back."

"Husband is back." Just at the right time, Yang Youyun also came out of the house, holding a fruit plate containing grapes in his hand, presumably to send it to Gu Shibai who practiced swords, and when he came back, he gave it to him first, While wondering: "Why did my husband come back now?"

"Some things are delayed." Gu Fulin took a grape skin and threw it into his mouth without bothering to peel it. He didn't want to tell his wife and children that Mu Chengjue summoned him alone, lest they just return to Beijing and worry in vain. , turned his head to look at Gu Shibai for a few times, and moved his lips. He didn't want to say it, but he couldn't help but scold him: "Abai, don't provoke Mu Qianli in the future. Don't forget, his father and Your father is the sworn enemy in court."

"I'm not going to look for him either." Before he finished speaking, Gu Shibai said categorically. Gu Fulin saw his hand holding the sword slowly clenched, with a look of deep hatred, although his face was full of hatred. Feeling a bit unwilling, but still angrily said: "I will never go again!"

These words seem to be said to Gu Fulin, but they also seem to be said to himself. Gu Fulin pondered for a while, but he couldn't distinguish clearly. He just said in his heart: Anyway, the result is the same, as long as his son stays away from that kid named Mu You can.

Just as she was about to reach out to take down a grape, she saw Yang Youyun frowned slightly, and continued: "Husband, now you are in the capital. It's time for Abai to learn to read and write. At his age, if he doesn't study anymore, I'm afraid I can’t even read the military manual.”

"It's not like I don't know how to read big characters, and I also fight wars." Gu Fulin didn't take it seriously, but after he finished speaking, he felt that he was wrong. He is eloquent, but his son may not have such luck. After all, his son is not as good as Lao Tzu. The rules have been established in ancient and modern times. I don't know where he got the confidence. He should feel that his son is not as good as himself, so he didn't wait for Yang Youyun to speak When he refuted his words, he changed the subject and asked modestly, "What does Madam mean?"

"Since I sent Abai to study in the school, I inquired about it yesterday, and there are schools in every noble mansion in the capital, but I just picked and chose, and only the school in the Song Zhongshu Mansion is the most suitable. Many princes and nobles are in their schools Reading, it's just a coincidence..." Yang Youyun stopped at this point, took a look at the faces of Gu Fulin and Gu Shibai and his son, and then continued: "It's just a coincidence that Prince Nanxiao also in it."

After Yang Youyun finished speaking, Gu Fulin froze for a moment when he saw the faces of the father and son darken, and said in shock, "No, do you think he is sick? The royal school in the palace can't be admitted, and Song Zhongshu's What is the fun in the school?"

"Prince Nan has entered the Royal Academy, so he has to accompany the crown prince to study, and he may not come back every day. Nan Wang and his wife cherish their beloved son, and they will never let him be alone in the palace." Yang Youyun explained, she is really a smart person with a keen mind. After only one day of returning to Beijing, she already understood all the big and small things in the capital so clearly.

Gu Fulin was silent, turned his head and glanced at Gu Shibai, and asked, "Abai, what do you think?"

"I go to school to study, so what does Nan Xiao Wang have to do with me?!" These words were full of resentment and sourness, Yang Youyun saw his son startled, but didn't say much, and turned his gaze back to Gu Fulin , expecting him to make a decision.

Gu Fulin thought for a while, and felt that what Gu Shibai said was not unreasonable, so he made a final decision: "Okay, then go to the court. I will go down tomorrow, and I will take Abai to the school of the Song Zhongshu family to learn from him."

The apprenticeship went smoothly, Song Zhongshu was a person who admired the generals very much, when he saw Gu Fulin brought Gu Shibai, he enrolled Gu Shibai into the school without saying a word.

The master invited by Songzhong Calligrapher Academy is a well-known old Confucian in the capital, surnamed Liu. This old Confucian Liu has studied literature for generations. Afterwards, it turned out that he was not as unkind as he appeared on the surface, but he was still indifferent;

It was already noon when Gu Shibai finished his apprenticeship and missed the time to study, so Song Zhongshu asked him to come tomorrow, so Gu Shibai didn't see Mu Qianli; when he left Song Zhongshu's house, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, thinking how lucky he was. I didn't meet Mu Qianli, otherwise the people around Mu Qianli would speculate wildly, saying that he came to this school only to cling to Mu Qianli.

For Gu Shibai, the capital is really a strange place. In the past, he was looking forward to returning to Beijing because there were people he wanted to see in the capital.Now he really wants to turn back the time, to the days before he returned to Beijing, where he was in the vast desert with fresh clothes and angry horses, wielding his sword to the end of the world.

He smiled wryly. At his age, 12 years old, he was carefree and the most vigorous age, but he felt like a heavy burden in his heart. Every time he wanted to unload it, he would think of Mu Qianli's day now. On the steps, the expression of letting others humiliate him was indifferent, without even a trace of fluctuation, how could he be so cruel?

Gu Shibai's face was livid with anger, and he knew in his heart that he would never talk to Mu Qianli again, but when he turned around and saw a familiar figure approaching from a distance, he still couldn't help but feel flustered.

The man walked up to him, Jin Huasi tied his hair into a high ponytail, looking very energetic, the golden-brown robe was embroidered with golden patterns, and the ring around his waist was ringing softly, just like the luxury he saw that day Who else could it be if it wasn't Mu Qianli?

It's just that he is not like that day today, he is surrounded by a group of aristocratic princes, only one person is following him, his hairband is white, and his clothes are also the color of moonlight, he looks a little smaller than them, his small face is fair and clean, although his eyebrows are not It's long open, but extremely gentle, holding a few books in its arms, just like the boy in the portrait of the Bodhisattva, carved from jade.