The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

The sky was twilight, and several troops of the Gu family army had already set out outside the imperial city. The cool morning breeze blew through the sparsely populated streets and entered the Zhuge in the elegant room.

Gu Shibai walked to the window, closed the slightly open window pavilion, and looked back, Mu Qianli was still sleeping peacefully on the couch, with half of his face buried in the quilt, and there were still traces of the past with him on his body.Gu Shibai walked to the bedside, he couldn't bear to wake up the dreamer, but he couldn't help reaching out and brushing gently over Mu Qianli's face.

The sleeping person seemed to feel his comfort, and let out a soft snort.Gu Shibai's hand also trembled slightly with this sound, he took off the dagger from his waist, handed it to Mu Qianli, and whispered his name: "Ah Qian, I'm leaving, I'm not here Then, let this sword protect you on my behalf."

The person on the couch didn't speak, and his tightly closed eyelashes trembled. Although he was exhausted to the extreme, he still stretched out his hand and held the dagger tightly in his hand. This action was very much like a kitten. Oath of sovereignty over the territory.

Gu Shibai couldn't help but leaned over and kissed Mu Qianli lightly on the cheek, how could his Ah Qian be so cute?He was indulging in the joy of love, until the horn sounded outside the window, he suddenly woke up, he did not want to leave the person on the couch, but had to get up, and walked out of the private room.

He walked to the door, stopped in his tracks, and looked at the bed again reluctantly. After so many years, he did not know when he would see him again. He only hoped that when he was not in the capital, someone could protect his Ah Qian.

The door of the private room was slowly closed, and Mu Qianli slowly opened his eyes from the couch. He had already woken up, but he didn't know how to deal with the parting. He held the dagger in his hand, wrapped up his coat, and staggered to the window In front of him, a window pavilion was set up, and looking out, his young general was gradually moving away from him, disappearing in the thin mist of dust.

Outside the capital city, the horn of sending out troops sounded, and the young man on the horse turned his head and looked at his beloved from a distance of thousands of high buildings. Shake, they all understand each other's mind.

After Mu Qianli climbed three poles, he just put on his clothes and walked towards the palace. He was caught in the rain last night, and he and Gu Shibai spent the whole night, and this morning he was standing by the window again under the wind. At the gate of the palace, he fainted. In a trance, he felt his mother and concubine holding him in her arms, poking his head with her hands, and shouted anxiously to the people around him: "Go to the palace and ask for the imperial doctor!"

He was sore and limp, and he didn't know how long he had slept. When he woke up, it was already dark outside the window. Under the dim candle light, Zheng Anjie sat beside his bed, looking at him worriedly. Feeling better?"

The soreness in his waist came, and he couldn't help frowning slightly. With Zheng Anjie's help, he sat up slowly, touched his dizzy forehead and asked, "Mother, what's wrong with me?"

"Who knows what's wrong with you?" Zheng Anjie felt distressed, but when she thought that Mu Qianli made herself into this state, she couldn't help complaining: "It rained so heavily yesterday, if you don't go home, where are you going? And!" Zheng Anjie stretched out her hand, and slightly opened the folded collar around his neck: "What are these red marks on your body?"

Mu Qianli turned his head away in embarrassment, tidied up his collar again, coughed twice and said, "It's nothing, I met a dog when I went out last night, and I got into a fight with the dog."

"What kind of dog, so powerful, can make you like this?" Zheng Anjie obviously didn't believe him, but she didn't pursue it any further. After all, her son was already 15 years old, and it's not surprising that some marks appeared on his body.She reached out and poked Mu Qianli's forehead, and said bitterly: "Look at you, you are already 15 years old, but you still have a child's heart. You say your father is king, how can you rest assured that Nan Wang is not a child?" hand over the position to you?"

Mu Qianli's eyes gradually dimmed. He really couldn't bear the title of Southern King, but he was already 15 years old. The 15-year-old Gu Shibai fought with his father on the battlefield, while the 15-year-old him could only lie in bed sick, Waste all day.He suddenly felt extremely tired, and the pain in his heart slowly drained his strength, he lowered his head wearily, and walked into the bed under the complaining eyes of his mother and concubine.

Mu Qianli's illness came and went, and he never got better. In the dark night, a strong wind suddenly rose outside the window, blowing up the lanterns under the porch.

Huge winds flowed down the corridor, slapping the window eaves and doors, and screaming like ghosts. Mu Qianli woke up from the horrified screams. A man stood in the shadow of the arrival.

Mu Qianli immediately sat up from the bed, and shouted at the black shadow: "Who?!"

The black figure in front of the bed let out a long sigh, and walked into the candlelight, revealing his whole face, Mu Qianli stared at him: "Father?!"

"Qian'er." Mu Yunhuai opened his sleeves and sat by Mu Qianli's bed. He hadn't seen him for a few days. His eyes were wrinkled and he looked very haggard. There was endless sadness and helplessness in his eyes. Putting Mu Qianli's hand in his bosom, he rested his chin on Mu Qianli's hand.

"Qian'er," under the candlelight, Mu Yunhuai's body trembled slightly, and his tone was a little crying: "You grow up, and you will support the entire Nanwang Mansion in the future."

Mu Qianli looked at Mu Yunhuai in surprise: "Why did the father say such a thing?"

Mu Yunhuai didn't answer, he shook his head, put down Mu Qianli's hand, and raised his head, there was a "squeak" at the door, Mu Qianli looked for his reputation, Zheng Anjie walked in from the door, her eyes were swollen, as if she had just cried After that, there is still a drop of crystal in the corner of the eye.

Zheng Anjie and Mu Yunhuai looked at each other without speaking. She walked forward facing the candlelight, reached out to wave out the lamp, helped Mu Qianli to lie down again, and left with Mu Yunhuai. The door slowly closed On the morning, they stood in the corridor in front of the door, the furious wind covered their conversation, and only heard a vague sentence: "The Emperor's heart is suspicious... Ling Xiao... I'm afraid that time will not much......"

After Gu Shibai and Mu Qianli left the academy, Ling Shuyuan was the only one left in the original threesome. In the past, those who dared not bully Mu Qianli and Gu Shibai all came to him.

His admiration for Shen Lanzhao made him notorious among the princes of the family, Shen Lanzhao hated him, and made those who bullied him because of his humble background even more rampant. The few people headed by Lu Tingyan even pretended to teach Shen Lanzhao a lesson His name surrounded him under the sycamore tree in the academy, and beat him with fists and kicks, but this time, no young man was willing to protect him.

With injuries all over his body, he picked up the scattered pages of the book, and slowly smoothed out the folds on them. His eyes accidentally glanced at the sentence in the Book of Songs, which he copied over and over again: When you see a gentleman, you don’t like it. .He wrote Shen Lanzhao's name on the bottom corner of every page, which is ridiculous. What reason does he have to like Shen Lanzhao?

If it was the throbbing of youth, it would have been wiped away by the pain all over his body at this moment. Why on earth did he still like Shen Lanzhao? He slowly got up from the ground, wiped off the dust all over his body, and walked alone under the sunset .

"Ling Shuyuan!" Someone called him from behind, he turned his head, Li Sihuai walked quickly from the corridor of the academy: "Your mother sent someone to call you back." He walked over, patted Ling Shuyuan's shoulder, and sighed: " King Nan was assassinated, your father blocked the sword for King Nan and was seriously injured, I'm afraid he will die soon."