The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

"It will be the prince's birthday in a few days. I think the prince will invite all the sons of the family to go hunting in the paddock. Mr. Gu's father is now highly valued by His Majesty. His Highness the crown prince will also invite Mr. Gu to go. The little prince will seize the opportunity to greet Mr. Gu." Apologize, you will be able to clear up the suspicion." Ling Shuyuan offered advice for Mu Qianli, and after finishing speaking, he fell silent, lowered his head, and stopped talking.

Seeing that Ling Shuyuan hadn't moved for a long time, Mu Qianli turned his head to look at him, and looked him up and down, only to see that his brows were drooping, and his clear eyes were full of troubles, with an indescribably sad feeling.

Mu Qianli stretched out his hand and tugged at his sloppy wide sleeve: "It's a bit boring, tell me a story."

"What story does the little prince want to hear?"

"You and Shen Lanzhao, what's going on with you?"

"That's all in the past." Ling Shuyuan was depressed just now, and wanted to say something to Mu Qianli, but at this moment, he felt that he was really a little impetuous just now, and it was all in the past. I want to think about it, but I don't want to talk about it.

But he had just whetted Mu Qianli's appetite, how could Mu Qianli let him go, drunkenly shaking his wrist and begging: "Hey, just tell me."

"Okay, then I'll just talk about it briefly." Ling Shuyuan moved the book aside and looked down at Yuehua's clothes: "The little prince also knows that my father is just a little guard beside your father."

"Although my father was a bodyguard, he wanted to help me grow up, so he sent me to a school early on. The first school I went to was Lin Duwei's. I often skipped classes, so I was punished by the teacher, and at that time, because of my humble background, I was stared at by those aristocratic princes, only Shen Lanzhao didn't think much of me."

When Ling Shuyuan was a child, he grabbed a book three times in a row. His father was very happy because of this, and spent a lot of money to hire a fortune teller to tell the fortune. The gentleman did the fortune telling, and immediately exclaimed, saying that he was the reincarnation of Wenquxing. In the future, he will definitely get a good name in the examination and have a prosperous official career, so his father named him Shu Yuan.

He is a little older, and as the fortune teller said, he is addicted to books, and often spends a whole day burying his head in the books. His father was very pleased to see him like this, and tried every means to pave the way for his study. , first to ask Nan Wang to grant him the right to enter and leave Mu Qianli's study, and then sent him to the school of Lin Duwei's family who was the best at that time to study.

It's just that he came from a mediocre family, and the princes of the family always teased and bullied him, sometimes messing with his pens and paper, sometimes damaging his books, and what was even more extreme, teasing him by taking the book out of his hand while he was studying, Or when he is writing, grab the pen in his hand and throw it out of the window.

That day, he sat reading under the two cherry blossom trees behind the school. It was spring at that time, and pieces of light pink cherry blossoms fell from the trees and landed on his books that carried the shade of the trees in the afternoon. The surroundings were quiet, and everything very peaceful...

Suddenly, the sons of the aristocratic families who had left school snatched the books in his hand, breaking the peace.

"Give it back to me!" He stood up and said, but he was younger than them all, and his height was far from enough. The group of nobles seized on his shortcoming, held the book high, and let him He stepped to reach for it, and when he was about to get it, he switched hands and stuffed the book into another person's hand, continuing to tease him.

"Short, if you want a book, come and get it?" They looked forward and backward with a smile, and they chased him hard under the blazing sunflower tree.

"Give it back to me!" He growled in a low voice, furrowing his brows, and the group of aristocratic princes laughed even harder, as if they were watching a clown.

He then went to reach for his book, but missed, and fell down on the cold ground. The group of nobles burst into laughter, mocking him unscrupulously: "Little dwarf, if you perform another wrestling, we will return the book to you!" you."

Too much deception!He cursed inwardly, slowly clenched his fingers into fists on the ground, and was about to get up to fight back, when he suddenly heard a stern voice: "What are you doing?"

Ling Shuyuan looked up, and saw a boy rushing down from the corridor. He was slightly older than the group of nobles, wearing black and purple clothes, with a wooden matching sword pinned to his waist, and his facial features and brows were full of heroism , he was tall and tall, and when he walked over to block him, he was like a solid city wall.

Seeing that this man was older than them and very tall, the group of aristocratic sons immediately lost their momentum, restrained their arrogance just now, and said with a smile: "We are just playing with him!"

"I think you are bullying him!" Shen Lanzhao roared angrily. He came to the school to learn from his teacher on the first day today, and he encountered such a thing. As a man who admired chivalry since he was a child, he naturally wanted to rush forward and draw his sword to help.

"Hurry up and return the book to him?!" He glared at the person holding Ling Shuyuan's book, and ordered severely.

"Oh oh oh, yes yes yes!" the man agreed again and again, and under Shen Lanzhao's gloomy gaze, his hands trembling, he returned the book to Ling Shuyuan.