The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

He is sick? "

"Yeah, but it should be fine now, otherwise I won't be sending Nanwang's coffin back to Yanting." Shen Lanzhao glanced at Gu Shibai disapprovingly, and seeing his eyes were ecstatic, he waved and issued the order to evict the guest: "Okay , General Gu, you should go back to your Qingqi Army, I will take the soldiers to practice in a while."

Gu Shibai walked out of the Yulin barracks silently, and when he came back to his senses, he was already sitting in his Qingqi army tent, but his thoughts were still stuck in Shen Lanzhao's sentence "Mu Qianli is sick."

Mu Qianli was ill, so how would he survive the days after Nan Wang's death?The person who had been held up in the clouds and grew up in the hands of Nanwang and Nanwangfei suddenly fell from the blue clouds and fell into the mud overnight. What is he going to do?Can we resist this sudden disaster?

Gu Shibai didn't dare to think about it any more, every time he thought about it, his heart ached unbearably, but at this moment, he couldn't stay by Mu Qianli's side, to empathize with Mu Qianli, he once said that he wanted to protect Mu Qianli has lived his whole life, but how has he ever done it?Even though he is heartbroken now, he can't go back immediately and let Mu Qianli know.

Along the way, Zheng Anjie's illness became more and more serious. Although all the medicines were provided, she was troubled by transportation and never recovered.

In the evening, Mu Qianli led the people to rest temporarily in an inn in Fengyang County, settled Nan Wang's coffin, and hurried to Zheng Anjie's room to attend to the illness. He took the soup and medicine from the maid and sat on the bed On the side, he fed Zheng Anjie medicine spoon by spoon. Zheng Anjie used to do this to Mu Qianli before, but now it's reversed.

After feeding the medicine to Zheng Anjie, Mu Qianli wiped off the medicine stains around her mouth with a handkerchief, put it on the tray brought by the servant girl, held Zheng Anjie's hand, and comforted her: "We have reached the point where we meet Yan Ting. Tomorrow, I will be able to arrive at Yanting in Fengyang County, and my concubine will persist for a few more days, and when she arrives at Yanting, I will invite the best doctor for my concubine to treat her."

"Okay, Qian'er has grown up." Zheng Anjie sighed in relief, stretched out her other hand and patted Mu Qianli's hand.

Mu Qianli gave her a comforting smile, turned his head and looked outside the door and said, "My concubine hasn't eaten today, I'm going to order a bowl of porridge for my concubine." He said, slowly loosening the grip on Zheng Anjie. hands, smoothed the sleeves and walked out.

Jin Chao stood guard at the door, and Mu Qianli came out to look at him, walked down the stairs, and asked, "How about the porridge I asked you to order?"

Jinchao put his arms on the back of his head and curled his lips: "I went to ask. The boss said that the kitchen doesn't serve porridge, so you have to cook it yourself."

"Isn't this embarrassing you and me?" Mu Qianli raised the corner of his mouth slightly, this was the first time in so many days that he smiled in front of other people except Zheng Anjie.

"How about I go outside and find a cook?" Jin Chao suggested.

"You don't need to be so troublesome." Mu Qianli shook his head, went down the steps, and walked to the kitchen of the inn: "This king can still try."

In the inn's kitchen, Mu Qianli held an iron spoon in his hand, looked at the black pot in front of him, and couldn't help but sneered. He didn't expect that he, a precious little prince, would one day cook with his own hands, but he didn't know the porridge he cooked Can you swallow it.

Jin Chao came in with a bowl of washed rice, looked at Mu Qianli's novice posture, couldn't help but sighed, shook his head and said: "This subordinate is really worried. He was poisoned to death by the porridge cooked by the prince first."

"Go!" Mu Qianli frowned, stared at him displeasedly, grabbed the rice in his hand and poured it into the black pot, picked up a water ladle to scoop a few ladles of water into it, and patted He clapped his hands and said, "Look, isn't this king doing a good job?" Jin Chao smiled helplessly.

Xu is having fun while suffering, but it is not difficult to make this bowl of porridge.The porridge was ready in a while, and Mu Qianli took a spoon to fill a bowl, and held it in his hand, it was steaming hot. The aroma of the rice was overflowing, and it looked very sweet. Mu Qianli took the bowl to the tip of Jin Chao's nose, and said proudly: "See? Your master did it so well for the first time."

Jin Chao nodded helplessly, and said in a long voice: "Yes, the prince is very talented."

Mu Qianli carried the porridge from the kitchen to the inn. It was snowing outside, and the cold wind blew in through the open door. , sprinkled on his hands, it was a little hot, Mu Qianli couldn't help but let out a pain, but at this moment, he heard a rush of horseshoes from outside the post house.

Mu Qianli looked out the door vigilantly, Jin Chao also stared at the door, the two listened quietly for a while, and then heard a woman calling for help, Mu Qianli quickly winked and signaled Jin Chao to go out and check.

Knowing it, he opened the window and turned it out. After a while, he turned it back and reported to Mu Qianli: "My lord, some officers and soldiers are chasing some refugees."

"Then did you save it?" Mu Qianli asked anxiously.

Jinchao shook his head: "No."

Mu Qianli shouted anxiously: "Then why don't you help?" After finishing speaking, he put down the porridge bowl in his hand, ran out, ran to the door, stopped suddenly, turned around and stared at Jin Chao, and said, "Go down!" If you refuse to leave again, don’t blame me for deducting all your monthly money!!”

When Mu Qianli went out, the cold wind rolled up his red cloak, and the streets shrouded in night, the shops scattered, and no one was there.Only a few officers and soldiers were chasing some ragged refugees on horseback.

Mu Qianli saw that the clothes on the officers and soldiers looked a bit like those of Yan Ting, and then looked at the refugees, although the clothes were torn and out of shape, it was not difficult to see that they were also Yan Ting's style.

Yan Ting is located in the extreme south of Cang Yue Kingdom, and the service, makeup and hair are not the same as those in the capital. Although his father visited Yan Ting when he was young, he was attracted by the strange service of Yan Ting, so he still recognizes it to this day. It is clear that these people are from Yanting, this place is Fengyang County, these people are not in Yanting City, what are they doing with Fengyang County?

Mu Qianli was suspicious in his heart, and was about to turn around to call Jin Chao up to help, but Jin Chao flew past him, jumped in front of the officers and soldiers, and kicked them off the horse with a few kicks.

Those officers and soldiers rolled around on the ground, ouched a few times, got up from the ground, looked at the young man who kicked them off the horse, and was about to step forward to argue, but was instantly frightened by a waist card that the young man took out. They all knelt down and saluted: "Welcome His Royal Highness King Chen."

"King Chen is not me." Jin Chao took back the token in his hand, looked at Mu Qianli who was walking slowly: "It's him."

The officers and soldiers looked up and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy walking towards Bai Xue. He was wearing a dark red cloak, and under the cloak was a plain white mourning dress.

He walked in front of them, with a cold light in his dark blue eyes, and glanced at them lightly. Although he was a young man, the aura around him was unresistable.

"Are you Yan Ting's officers and soldiers?" The young man stood in front of them and questioned, stretched out his hand to take the waist card in Jin Chao's hand and hung it on his waist, raised his eyes, not angry.

"Yes... yes..." The officers and soldiers fell on the ground and said tremblingly, for fear that if they were not careful, they would offend the King Chen in front of them.

"Why aren't you in Yanting City, why are you running here? What else?" Mu Qianli turned to look at the refugees behind him: "What's going on with you guys?"

"King Chen? Are you His Highness King Chen?" Among the refugees, a young girl raised her head and looked at Mu Qianli timidly. There was still a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy shivering in her arms. It seemed that it was her. younger brother.

Seeing that Mu Qianli nodded, she hurriedly hugged her younger brother, knelt and moved forward, looked at Mu Qianli expectantly, and cried to Mu Qianli: "His Royal Highness Chen, you can count yourself here. Waiting for you to come and decide for us."