The prince is thinking of escaping marriage every day

Mu Qianli buried King Nan's coffin in the mausoleum of the king and grandson in Yanting, watching the loess bury the dark coffin, his father and king were separated from him forever by a thick board and loess.Life and death, Mu Qianli is only 15 years old, and he has already tasted it all.

The pain and sadness that came out of the bottom of my heart are nothing, but some hurts are buried in the bottom of my heart with time, seem to be forgotten, become calm like water, so quiet that people think that there are no waves in the lake of heart, but At a certain time, because of something, I suddenly remembered that the person in the past would never come back, and those wrong things and regrets left behind could no longer be made up for after the person's departure, and that heartache would be remembered again. Touched, become unforgettable in the repentance and annoyance again and again.

Mu Qianli is the same now, he looks at the dirt bag in front of him, and thinks that if he grows up sooner, at least he can know his father's difficulties, help his father make plans, and be more stable.Be sensible.Don't let his father worry about it, but it's too late to say anything now, he is sensible and obedient, but his father is gone, and his father can no longer praise him when he performs well , even the blame that he was tired of before is gone.In this world, there is no longer his father. Since then, he has not seen his father, nor heard his voice, not at all.

People will always realize the preciousness of things after losing them, so they regret it too much. If the world is suffering, this is one of the sufferings. Mu Qianli added the last handful of loess to the tomb of his father.He knelt down towards the mausoleum and solemnly buckled it three times. He really wanted to tell his father that when he grew up, he could afford the people of a city.He bowed down, almost kissing the loess, and said silently in his heart: "Father, my son misses you very much."

Jinchao led the doctor to Mu Qianli's study, knocked on the door lightly and said, "My lord, the doctor is here."

"Come in." The people in the room seemed to be busy, even with a hint of haste in their tone, they pushed open the door and went in, only to see Mu Qianli sitting on the wooden table in front of the bookshelf, reading a medical book in his hand , although it was daytime outside, the light inside the room was dim, so Mu Qianli lit a low oil lamp in front of the table, and the lamp's shadow slowly shone on his face, making his handsome appearance very soft.

Mu Qianli used to be an extremely arrogant person, because he had a background that everyone admired, but that was only in the past. After the accident in the Nanwang Mansion, he began to be alone, and those arrogant little tempers were gradually hidden by him. The majesty of the royal family and grandchildren, but under the majesty, driven by the childish nature of the youth, he sometimes shows a gentle and intimate side.

But this gentleness and kindness, except for those who are close to him, few people can see that the doctor has an attitude of respecting and staying away from the royal family from the bottom of his heart, so Mu Qianli in his eyes, even if he is holding a book, half-hearted The side faces were shrouded in the gentle orange light, and he still felt that the person in front of him was extremely serious.

Especially when the person in front of him put down the book in his hand, raised his eyelashes slightly, and the pale light and shadow illuminated the cold, temperatureless dark blue in his eyes, and glanced at him lightly, he became more timid and did not dare to look up. Neng lowered his head and hurriedly saluted: "See His Royal Highness Chen Wang."

"You are responsible for the development of the prescription?" The person sitting on the other side of the desk said in a calm voice, and reached out to take another book to read: "Is there any progress?"

"I have read the medical books, and have made several prescriptions."

"How's the effect?"

"It can be relieved temporarily, but it cannot be cured." The doctor replied.

There was a glint of light and shadow in Mu Qianli's dark blue eyes, and he reached out to pick up several medical books on the table and handed them to the doctor: "This is a medical book in the palace's collection. Take it back and read it carefully, sir. It should be helpful."

"Yes, I must study hard when I go down." The doctor took the medical book and bowed repeatedly.

Mu Qianli was going to inspect the West Street, and when he went out, he saw Yang Yanxi and Lin He waiting in the lobby, with solemn expressions, frowning and whispering from time to time, when they saw Mu Qianli coming, they stood one by one on the left and one on the right, and looked at Mu Qianli. Qianli waved his sleeves and said: "His Royal Highness Chen Wang."

"This time the epidemic will be contagious. His Royal Highness Chen Wang is going to inspect the West Street. You should wear a veil first." Yang Yanxi ordered his servants to put on a veil.

Mu Qianli took the veil and put it on, the blue veil covered his delicate and handsome face, only revealing a pair of dark black eyes slightly hanging at the tip of the eyes, the dark blue under his eyes was like the deep sea, adding a bit of coquettishness to his phoenix eyes .

Mu Qianli's life is very good, but everyone who has met him agrees with this point of view, even Yang Yanxi and Lin He can't help being moved for a moment when they see him covered with a veil, and they can't help but admire: How can a person be so beautiful?

It's just that the epidemic was serious, and they had no time to admire the beauties, so they hurriedly walked to West Street with Mu Qianli, Jin Chao also followed behind Mu Qianli, and walked to West Street with them.

Tents were set up all over West Street, and the victims of the disease were lying on the wooden couches in the tents, moaning in pain and crying endlessly.

Among the tents, there were only a few figures busy back and forth. They were refugees and doctors who had never been infected in the city. The doctors ran between the tents to feel their pulse, and some squatted far away from the tents to make soup.

Mu Qianli walked through the narrow street blocked by tents, while listening to Yang Yanxi's report: "This epidemic is fierce, and it has been more than half a month, but there is still no sign of relief."

"How do you deal with the people who died from the epidemic?" Mu Qianli asked.

Yang Yanxi sighed, looking helpless: "Inform the family of the deceased, and then drag him to a mass grave for burning."

"What's the cause of this epidemic? Have you found it out?" Mu Qianli asked with sideways eyes, looking at the desolate scene in front of him, feeling desolate.

He saw a child lying beside one of the tents, and when he walked up to him, he realized that the child was already dead. His heart trembled, and he leaned over and raised his hand, trying to touch the child's pale cheek, but Yang Yanxi stopped him with his hand, shaking Shaking his head, he reminded: "Be careful of infection."

Mu Qianli stood up with trembling hands, silent for a long time in front of the child's corpse, closed his wet and red eyes: "He is still so young..." There are so many interesting things in this world, which he has not seen yet...

Mu Qianli's heart seemed to be thrown away by a sharp sword. The sword hung on his heart and refused to pull it out. It always dragged his wound and brought new pain. In the gentle township, the suffering in the world cannot be seen.

No wonder, before his death, his father could not bear to tell him the cruel truth, because in the past 15 years, he was protected too well, and the roses living in the greenhouse cannot withstand the weather.Fortunately, the death of his father made him, the rose in the greenhouse, begin to recognize the reality, and began to face hardships alone.

Jin Chao noticed the strange look on his face, and advised him worriedly: "My lord, why don't you watch it tomorrow."

His lips were pale, and the pain in his heart weighed on him like a jack, but he shook his head stubbornly, and continued to walk forward: "Tomorrow and tomorrow..."

Among the tents, the figure of a young girl was also very obvious. She was wearing a light pink veil, carrying a food box, and handed bowls of gruel to the victims in the tent.

"Miss Yuzhi?!" Someone called her name, she raised her head, and when she saw someone coming, her gentle eyebrows and eyes immediately curved brightly: "His Royal Highness, you are here!"

"You are?"

"Oh, I cooked some porridge and brought it to these sick victims." Su Yuzhi took a bowl of porridge and handed it to a refugee in the tent, looking at Mu Qianli with bright eyes, seeing his worried face She comforted her with a smile, "His Royal Highness, don't worry, I'll be fine, you see," she flipped the pink veil: "I'm wearing a veil."